One of the reasons why I love walking is because I got the chance to capture art in the most ignored places.
The familiar places and faces that seem to be random and meaningless becomes a form of art.
Every random coincidences and routine chances becomes a story.
Every granite, every edifice.
Every stranger and familiar faces.
Every smell of that same yellow flowers every month of March.
Every breeze of December zephyr.
Every wet pavement of June.
Every sunsets and sometimes sunrise.
Every summer auburn leaves.
All becomes a story.
Beautiful.
Art.
Defying Odds
The Vault
Alignment
Haze
Gatepass
