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Frame 01 — 37.5326° N 126.9900° E · 2026.08

Frame 02 — 37.5326° N 126.9900° E · 2026.09

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Frame 13 — 31.2397° N 121.4998° E · 2026.03

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Frame 23 — 43.6532° N 79.3832° W · 2026.10

Frame 24 — 43.6532° N 79.3832° W · 2025.06

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Frame 35 — 22.2793° N 114.1628° E · 2025.06

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Frame 47 — 35.6762° N 139.6503° E · 2025.08

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Frame 56 — 18.7883° N 98.9853° E · 2026.06

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Frame 60 — 43.6777° N 79.6248° W · 2025.12

Frame 61 — 43.6777° N 79.6248° W · 2025.12

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Two on a bench by the reeds, the apartment towers beyond them catching the last of the afternoon.

Thirty seconds at f/22: long enough for the traffic on the Han to turn into light.

Lotte World Tower at 105 mm, the last sun of the day on Jamsil and the bridge laid across the Han in red.

Yeouido through the steel arches of a bridge, the last orange of the day behind the towers.

Thirty seconds at f/25 from the hill: Yeouido lit up across the Han, the expressway below drawn out in light.

Formula One in a Shanghai showroom, the sponsors stacked down the nose from Visa to Mobil 1.

A Leica and a watch in a shop window, the street gone soft behind them.

A gold emblem over a red-tiled gateway, seen through a dark window frame.

A café on the North Bund, lit up and nearly empty.

A rider lit up behind the glass at a stop, a black hood sliding in below.

Shooting around alone on a grey June afternoon, the ball just off the glass.

The sun going down behind the condo towers, a crane still up on the tallest one.

Twenty minutes later from the same spot: the gold gone, the sky turned to slate.

Through a tram window at night: everything soft except the board that says STREET.

Sai Yeung Choi Street South on a Mong Kok afternoon, the crowd crossing under the signs.

A street at night from high up between the blocks, minibuses running down toward the harbour.

A red taxi climbing between the glass towers of Central.

Ping An Finance Centre over Futian, a short ride over the border from Hong Kong.

The Civic Center, its roof stretched out like a wing under a storm sky.

Towers across the water on a grey afternoon.

Half a second from the same height, one avenue of traffic running through the dark.

Akihabara at night: a race-livery Porsche holds still while the traffic blurs past.

Shinjuku at night, signs stacked to the roofline above the traffic.

Dotonbori at night, lanterns along both banks and a boat coming through.

Paper lanterns in Dotonbori, each with a name painted on it.

The Glico running man, arms up over the canal.

A round courtyard of white walkways, one spire above the roof.

Three bright frames: white nagas climbing a red roof, columns standing in their own reflection, a shop held in a mirror on a wire grid.

The street in a wing mirror through the palms, a van's brake lights going red as the sky goes blue.

Three frames as the light goes: a thin moon over a lit bar, the same moon above a street lamp, Tida's signs under a blue-hour sky.

Gate 137 at first light, the tug waiting at the nose and Air Transat lined up behind.

Air Transat at the gate in the first light, the terminal glass catching the sun.

Rouge hitched to its tug, the sun just clearing the horizon behind the tails.