"FRAME"

Wood Print Series

"FRAME"

Wood Print Series

"FRAME"

Wood Print Series

/ "FRAME".

Wood Print Series

This series captures quiet moments from across the world—photographs printed directly on natural wood.

Each carries a name, a story, a timestamp of presence, a memory after the shutter closed.

/ ISTANBUL.

Call to Prayer, Call to Sky

It happened near the Yeni Mosque.

A flock of birds rises in chaos around a minaret, weaving through the bare branches like prayers on the wind.


Istanbul is always somewhere between the sacred and the everyday. I woke up early to wander the old streets. As I approached the mosque, the morning call to prayer echoed through the trees — and at that very moment, the birds rose as if the sky itself was listening.


Captured in Istanbul, Turkey.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ NOWHERE IN ICELAND.

Or Maybe Somewhere

I was driving aimlessly across Iceland’s southern plains when I spotted it, almost swallowed by the snow and sky.

There was no one for miles, no path leading to it. I pulled over and stood quietly. It felt like the kind of place where someone once waited — or maybe still does.


To be honest, I can't quite remember where I took this photo. But that’s part of the Iceland experience — you lose your sense of direction, and somehow, it doesn’t matter.


Captured at nowhere in Iceland.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ BROMO.

Waiting in the Ashes

I remember the crunch of volcanic sand beneath my boots and the mist that clung to everything—even the horses' eyelashes.


As I rode towards Bromo, I caught sight of a quiet scene—a pair of horses, two men, and an unspoken stillness that seemed to carry the weight of generations. I snapped the photo without a second thought, reacting instinctively to the ancient tranquility of the moment.


Captured at Mount Bromo, Indonesia.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ OSTIA.

Low Buildings Leave Space for Clouds

I wasn’t planning to stop in Ostia. But I needed air and a break from Rome’s intensity.


It was a quiet spring afternoon, and the Mediterranean breeze was still cold enough that people wore jackets on the beach. As I walked along the shore, the light turned silver.

My favorite thing about Rome has always been the low-rise, ochre-colored buildings — when the skyline stays low, you get to see the clouds.


Captured in Ostia, Italy.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ SINGAPORE.

Birds Stayed

I was on an urban ecology field trip, walking through one of Singapore’s many city parks.

These parrots weren’t meant to be here. I mean — they belonged, but they weren’t from any zoo. Someone let them fly free in a city park, and they just stayed. I met the owner, who told me they always return to this spot. Maybe it’s the food. Maybe it’s something softer, like a sense of belonging.


There was a quiet balance between the soft feathers and the cold metal of a bicycle. Just like Singapore — always balancing the wild and the urban, the unexpected and the designed.


Captured in Singapore.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ BASTEI.

Beyond the Path Known

It was my first time in Germany — with someone who had opened a new world to me, culture, language, a way of living, and this astonishing landscape.

We watched a lone climber conquer a rocky outcrop, and maybe someone was cheering for him from afar.


But in his world, there was only the mountain and himself.


Curiosity is the greatest treasure of being human. I find myself always moved by someone chasing their curiosity. And I’ve made choices, too, left things behind, and followed my own path of exploration.


Captured at Bastei, Germany.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

/ HANGZHOU.

Over the Water

I was spending a quiet weekend near Qiandao Lake— where the spirit of southern China’s water towns still lingers.

The fisherman was gliding silently over the water, his body swaying with the current, like a memory drifting by. I don’t think he noticed me, and that’s why I love this photo—it feels like a memory I was never part of.


It reminded me that what has endured for thousands of years in China hasn’t vanished. It’s still here—quiet, alive, and flowing.


Captured in Hangzhou, China.

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print

Available as a wood print