“As a journalist, storyteller, and visual artist working in an evolving media industry, I committed to investigate a wide range of global issues.” -monirul alam
When i was entering the graveyard area, i did feel not only a sinister, but there are also pain and loneliness.
Through happiness and woes. Comfort and agitation. We breathe. Through emptiness and fulfillment. Through death and a new outset.
In hostile surroundings, in a place plagued by desolation, you look for a sign, for a guide, for a watchman.
The haze hangs low over Dogtown. Four weeks of burnt air and streaming eyes.
These photos are the result of a particular glitch in the RGB processor of a digital sensor: revolving an old well known issue, no analog camera could ever produce them.
Marine Drive crowded with a diverse population of Tourists, Joggers, cyclists, street performers, kids, people from aristocratic elite to the homeless poor.
The boxed undersea world is dreamy. Aquatic creatures, mythical creatures and humans coexist in alien, utopian landscapes.