A Time Meditation~ Ireland

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Ireland is one of those places on earth where time plays by its own rules. It can not be confined to any human rules and it waxes and wanes as it sees fit. As soon as I set foot on this magical emerald Isle, my wonders about time, space, movement and change began brewing. It took me to untapped corners of my mind where life borders on the magical. From that I wondered about photography, the movement we capture, the change we try to portray as artists and the power inside the image when time can be portrayed.

If you have never been to Ireland, I just have one word to say:


The Fragile Web of Human Connection~

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There are 5 more days till the end of this exhibition of my work at Wallstyle.com. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing my work printed with meticulous attention to detail using tasteful innovative techniques and framing methods. Prints are available for sale directly through the gallery at info@wallstyle.com.

The slide show above is from the gallery opening event last month.

The Enigma of Shadows~

it takes believing in fairies to see one~ Shanghai

to see fairies you must first believe in them

fellowship of the hat~ Shanghai

fellowship of the hat

talk to the shadow~ Shanghai

she had big plans

stretching the truth~ Shanghai

stretching the truth

inside the abacus~ Shanghai

inside the abacus


In the human maze

Something as simple as an obstructing the light of the sun, creates a world of wonder and a vast playground for the imagination. And shadows have a mind of their own, creating a new reality, ask Peter Pan.

Beirut: Impressions on the Run


the certain nature of uncertainty


when the mask drops


The urban spirit


when you have seen more than your share


tales of fading glory


on the road for handouts


a page from the Beirut sketchbook


sleepless nights and random sketches


some stories are best left vague


his imaginary girlfriend


time to leave


opening act


non-stop protest


Beirut nights

Beirut, beautiful, sophisticated, artsy, dirty, confused, decadent, mismanaged and always pulls on my every hidden emotion.

6 Hours in Istanbul


It was 5:50 am, after a long flight from Shanghai to Beirut, 6 hours in Istanbul held 2 different promises: to sit in coffee shops staring at passing strangers, reading a book, watching my phone screen and drinking endless cups of coffee and tea; or getting a visa, finding my way into the old quarter and discovering a city I have always longed to see.

The answer was as vivid as the ornate roof of the Ayasofia. It was like stepping through a magic door into a world of wonder, domes, arches, well mannered people (it was early morning after all and too early for bad moods to reach anyone) and amazing foods and drinks to sample.

I love traveling so much and as far as photography goes, these lone journeys are moments of soul searching and discovery. So yes, I would take adventure and the unknown anytime over airport layovers.

For the Love of People~ Yunnan

the boy who saw through me

the boy who saw through me

flying dreams

flying dreams

early bonds

early bonds

indelibly connected

indelibly connected

Attempting documentary photography and not feeling compassionate love for people would be pointless as far as I am concerned.

I love feeling the humanity in other people’s eyes, to guess at what they are feeling, to lock eyes with them even for a brief moment, to be part of their world for the time I that I am there and later again and again through their photographs.

With each visit to Yunnan, my connections are deepened and I feel compelled to return. Simplicity is a gem in our complex world of today, a fountain of peace to a busy and crowded mind.

More soon from this amazing region of China…

Chasing Time~

chasing time~ Boracay

chasing time~ Boracay

It’s a funny thing, time. I remember as a child not minding time at all; being and living in the moment; existing in a plane where time had no say in my business. Then slowly things begin to change. Time would no longer allow itself to be ignored. It wants to assert its managerial role in the affairs of my human existence. Freedom is replaced by deadlines, strict appointments and duties to be fulfilled on ‘time’. But little does time know that I remember what it was like to be free, and that I can escape to that place where I kept my childhood alive and well. Don’t tell time…