After shooting the bull race, we went back home. The bull racing was exciting and we had a lot of fun photographing the action. On the bus, the group couldn’t get enough of it, and they were talking about it fervently. On the way to the hotel, the local guide suddenly noticed a group of…
Besides being famous for its bull racing, subject-wise, Padang, Indonesia is also rich in human interests. Not far from our hotel, there are countless small fishing villages. The villagers are simple and friendly, to photograph them; all you have to do is just smile, point to your camera and communicate with them; you will usually…
The route leading to Everest will pass through a few small towns. Payang is one of them. The drivers were always on time; we arrived just at the time of lunch. It was noon, the Tibetan air was thin; the sunlight was particularly strong. This kind of lighting quality is not suitable for landscape photography….
This was my very first portrait done in West Java, Indonesia. When I arrived at the scene, my subject was resting. The cloudy sky provided an unbeatable background. There was no one around except the subject and me. I quickly pulled him near the fence, and I began shooting with my super wide angle. While…
After lunch, we continued our journey. Few habitants were in sight on both sides of the road, and after hitting the road for about a hundred kilometres, we found a few families not too far from the road. The driver asked, “Do you want to visit the Tibetans?” This was a very rare opportunity, so…
It’s a long way to Mt. Everest and we have to stay overnight at several places, including one stop in Hou Er. We arrived around 3:00pm, when the sun was shining very harshly. I found this old woman in front of the dormitory. After checking into the dormitory, I immediately grabbed my camera and was…
On the way to Everest, we stopped at a small town for lunch. The town was lined with a few small stores and a mechanic repair store. Technically speaking, this could not be considered a small town. After traveling hundreds of kilometers, this was the only place we came across where we could stop for…
During an expedition at Dongchuan, it coincided with a festival. I took the opportunity to participate to see if I could find suitable subjects for portraiture. The festival was very lively with people coming and going. There was a stage, many where many performances are held there. Other than the villagers, parents with their children…
The Hani people who sell eggs in Yuanyang were already out early in the morning. They bring their boiled eggs and their children to the shooting spot. As soon as they see people carrying tripods and cameras, they immediately jump on them and tell the children to sell eggs to the photographers or tourists. ”Uncle,…
Every time I pass by, I see this old man. He was like a statue, sitting quietly in front of the house, looking into the distance; his ghostly gaze seemed to be searching for traces of the past years. What was on his mind? Surrounded by a coconut grove, the light in the morning was…
