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Expressions of Trees 16

Trees have lives. As time passes and their living conditions alter, they will response in a different way. It is worthy to spend some time to have a closer look to them, whether it is wildly grown, planted in a park, in the rural, or in the urban, to study the messages they are conveying […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 2 – Night Lights

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 3 – Neon Wheels

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 7 – Grass Lightning

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 8 – Entrance to Nowhere

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 9 – Can You Hear Me

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Urban Jungle

The urdan jungle of Hong Kong under an IR72 filter.

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 10 – Empty Booth

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 11 – Bombs Away

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 17 – Relax Out

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 18 – Disrepair Shop

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 19 – Nature Prevails Over Man

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]