Photography has been part of my life for more than four decades. Since developing and printing my own film as a teenager, I still make use of film photography as well as digital cameras. It was a long time ago that I moved from a snow softened Beijing to so-called cool season in Bangkok. The contrast was mesmerizing. Off the plane my first breath of Thai air felt as hot and thick as steam from a roadside wok. The city was ablaze with brilliant sunshine. The bright colour burned my eyes. The deafening clamor of motorcycles, trucks, cars and tuktuks in constant repercussion assaulted my ears. Unusually, I felt at home amid the disorder and order, the old and the new, the destruction and rebirth, the Buddhist momentariness.