Prague, Czech Republic— 2018
Prague charmed me immediately. The autumn light was beautiful, and even in a short visit, I loved the parts of the city I was able to notice and absorb.
Of all the more recognizably Prague images I made, this one stayed with me because it felt more ordinary and more lived in.
I was already enjoying the curve of the tram and the rhythm of the street when the nun entered the frame.
That quiet moment gave the image its shape.
A simple passing scene, and the city felt even more alive.
Venice, Italy — 2023
I took my mother to Venice, and from the moment we arrived, she loved it.
I decided to take the waterbus from the airport, wanting to enter the city more slowly.
That decision gave me this view, suspended between water and sky, with the city gradually appearing around us.
Before the narrow streets, the grand façades, and the crowds, there was only water, light, and movement.
A dark gondola, pale light, and the city opening gently ahead.
Taipei, Taiwan — 2025
She sat with the ease of someone fully in her own world.
The pampered dog, the stroller, the table, the drink. Everything in the frame felt both ordinary and slightly surreal.
What drew me was the tenderness of the scene. It asked simply to be noticed.
A small public moment, carried by affection and quiet dignity.
Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam — 2024
I have been to Ho Chi Minh City multiple times, but only over time did I begin to notice how presence occupies space here in such distinct ways.
Scooters and Grab bikers are part of the city’s everyday rhythm, everywhere and all at once.
It was the ease of this moment stayed with me: a man asleep on his motorbike, as if the street had briefly made room for rest.
In the heat of the day, even a scooter could become a place for a siesta.
A small improvisation, ordinary and quietly remarkable.
Pamukkale Travertines, Türkiye — 2025
I had remembered Pamukkale for years after first seeing it in an airline magazine.
When I traveled to Istanbul in 2025, I made sure to carve out the chance to come here. What lingered was its strangeness: terraces so white they almost dissolved into light, holding pools of pale blue water.
I learned that the flow of thermal water is carefully managed to protect the site, with different terraces filled at different times so the formations can recover and endure.
I wished more of the pools had been full, but standing there, I felt only grateful.
For a long time, this place had existed for me only as an image on a page.
A place once held in memory finally made real.