Singapore’s trees are ecosystems within themselves. Full of life. Providing homes for birds and insects and even sprouting new gardens of epiphytes amongst their branches. I love the way this tree twists and turns into the sky. Looking up into its canopy as the dappled light breaks through the leaves, I am sheltered and calm and I feel the heartbeat of life through its presence.
Havana is really like nowhere else. It may be a long story of highs and lows which has brought the city and its inhabitants to this point in time, but there is a pride and a depth of culture in its people and in its buildings.
Some streets appear close to disintegration, but still seem to stand proudly, bolstered by the grandeur of history and strengthened by the fortitude of its residents.
I fell in love with the city and wanted so show the rawness of its streets, rather than the groomed icons of tourism.
Light floods in through the opened shutters into the once dark room. Summer sunshine and birdsong dispersing the gloom. She can feel her heart beat as she leans forward from the dark into the light. As she inhales the fresh summer air, fragrant with scent of the lush foliage, a weight lifts from her mind..
The forest in Bangladesh is an impressive labyrinth of colours and textures, shrouded in myth and inhabited by beasts it is both protective and dangerous. The midday sun is startling in its brightness but in the lush green of the forest there is shelter under the canopy from the raw heat of the day. Two ladies sashaying along back from their daily journey into the forest, oblivious of the heat, only glowing with life and laughter…