As fragrance of incense permeates the silence of the courtyard of White Horse Temple, serenity and peace prevail amidst the throng of the Buddhist monks.
The light from Buda radiating silently through Shaolin Temple.
Will it even be possible to attempt to immortalize in vivid colors a town so ancient with its human drama long gone?
The music is as profound as the ancient alley is long and deep.
At the temple locked behind the soaring walls, Buddhist monks opening their arms to friends aboard.
Travellers westbound on a journey weary and long.
Amid the high and rugged mountains there lies a desolate Tibetan Buddhist temple.
Shrouded in the thick clouds are the distant mountains while enveloped in silence and desolation is the lone Tibetan temple.
Falling on your knees where the sacred rubbing shoulders with the mundane.
After a history in tears and blood, will it ever be able to live up to its name: the Gate of Heavenly Peace (Tiananmen)?
The glory from the past still tangible in Forbidden City.
Memories from the past remain in the old quarters of the City of Beijing
The spectre of Communism lingering in vain where its leader has been entombed for thirty years.
In Shanghai modern skyscrapers arising where the old foreign concessions used to stand.
Wearing white scalp cap and beard, Chinese Muslims congregating at a mosque with minarets.
Grilling and braising sending aroma afloat.
The din from the market breaking the silence of the night.
Crowd and traffic mingling on a busy night street.
They share nothing but the burden of their heart’s desire for a better life.
At a busy bus depot in a Chinese Muslim town, meeting and departing are a daily routine.
As if unable to stand the loneliness of graveyard shift of guarding the tomb for thousands of years, the tomb guard resurrected himself for a role of a cop and found it equally boring.
Where are thee, the ancient trail of the far old west?
A forest of bamboos stretching tall and deep, with heart at peace, my thought roaming free and far.
Taking fashion show to the street becoming a fad in China’s urban landscape.
In the thick of the harvest season a sense of home being sown and grown
As fragrance of incense permeates the silence of the courtyard of White Horse Temple, serenity and peace prevail amidst the throng of the Buddhist monks.
The light from Buda radiating silently through Shaolin Temple.
Will it even be possible to attempt to immortalize in vivid colors a town so ancient with its human drama long gone?
The music is as profound as the ancient alley is long and deep.
At the temple locked behind the soaring walls, Buddhist monks opening their arms to friends aboard.
Travellers westbound on a journey weary and long.
Amid the high and rugged mountains there lies a desolate Tibetan Buddhist temple.
Shrouded in the thick clouds are the distant mountains while enveloped in silence and desolation is the lone Tibetan temple.
Falling on your knees where the sacred rubbing shoulders with the mundane.
After a history in tears and blood, will it ever be able to live up to its name: the Gate of Heavenly Peace (Tiananmen)?
The glory from the past still tangible in Forbidden City.
Memories from the past remain in the old quarters of the City of Beijing
The spectre of Communism lingering in vain where its leader has been entombed for thirty years.
In Shanghai modern skyscrapers arising where the old foreign concessions used to stand.
Wearing white scalp cap and beard, Chinese Muslims congregating at a mosque with minarets.
Grilling and braising sending aroma afloat.
The din from the market breaking the silence of the night.
Crowd and traffic mingling on a busy night street.
They share nothing but the burden of their heart’s desire for a better life.
At a busy bus depot in a Chinese Muslim town, meeting and departing are a daily routine.
As if unable to stand the loneliness of graveyard shift of guarding the tomb for thousands of years, the tomb guard resurrected himself for a role of a cop and found it equally boring.
Where are thee, the ancient trail of the far old west?
A forest of bamboos stretching tall and deep, with heart at peace, my thought roaming free and far.
Taking fashion show to the street becoming a fad in China’s urban landscape.
In the thick of the harvest season a sense of home being sown and grown