” Mystery Continues ” by tgchan ( Sony A6500 + Sony Zeiss 24mm f/1.8 )

” So, the mystery continues… I am still trying to figure out what’s so special about those blocks of flats to me. I think it comes from my childhood. See, I didn’t use to go out a lot when I was a kid. I was basically living my whole life in my beloved flat most of the time, and I really liked it. I was enjoying outside activities at my grandparents at the weekends, but that was it. Five days a week, I was sitting at my home playing games, watching telly and playing with my toys, all the time (except for when I had to go out to school, obviously; which I wasn’t really fond of…). I totally loved my childhood, by the way. Hah~!! I was just reading it over out loud and I realised that my current adult life resembles the one from my childhood almost identically… wow… It looks I haven’t moved in life at all… Anyway, I was spending my life in tight enclosed spaces most of the time, so this might be one of the reasons. The second one I have figured out is probably connected with my lone style of life. See, I don’t have many friends you know. To tell the truth, I don’t have any at the moment. I had two best friends a long time ago, but they are… out there in the world somewhere now. So I think, I really enjoy being around people, even though I don’t like 98% of them. I am leading a solitary boring life, so it makes me feel nice being in places where life just lives the normal way, you know? I am pretty sure it all adds up to itself. Childhood nostalgia, loneliness, love of being outside, taking something back as a souvenir and probably so much more… All that is the reason why I enjoy doing what I do so much, and it explains a lot why I am being so attracted to those places… I feel like I am at home, even though the real one is far far away sometimes. I feel I belong between those tall buildings (inside and on top of them too!). It’s a truly magical experience for me every time I go out there. I just wish I had someone to share those moments with… Just that one person I could take with me and get lost in time… “

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” Block Of Cosiness ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Some people grow up in houses, other in blocks of flats, and some in neither… Just like with everything else in life, each one of us prefers different things. Some people value large spaces with high ceilings and plenty of room around. Others on the other hand, feel more comfortable in smaller and tighter areas. I myself grew up living in a flat. I have moved to a house with my parents, much later on. I like it. But if I will ever need to choose where I want to live alone, I am definitely going back to a block of flats. I really don’t know where all the magic aura is coming from, but I suspect it has something to do with my childhood and nostalgia. It’s just a good memories I think. Every time I walk in some city, I get automatically pulled closer to those buildings. It feels like… well, home I guess… I have found this place on my way back to the car. The light, colours, all those plants and flowers… Man oh man… This place was something else… ideal… I mean, actually I prefer them much taller, but to hell with it… just look at that place… How soothing it must be to sit on one of those benches and just listen to birds while looking at the blue sky… I know, you are probably thinking what’s a big deal with it? Well, every time I see such a beauty, I imagine having my own flat in one of those things I admire so much. My own small and super cosy nest, where I could lock myself up, and peak at the world from a safe distance… through a window of the internet. It would be such a joy to be surrounded by all those people and their families. Seeing children happily playing around, hearing loud neighbours living their busy life, smelling different scents of perfumes and cooked food while walking up and down a stairwell. It is quite amusing though, because I am type of a person that really likes to be alone most of the time, but I still love being around people a lot, weird. I had a hard time moving from that place. I really wanted to stay there and see how it looks like at different times of the day, months and even seasons… Even the sun showed me exactly where to stand in order to fully appreciate that moment and the glorious view. Ah… My fucking beauty!@ “

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” Unreal Dweller Box ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” I look at it and it feels unreal… I know it’s real. I stand right in front of it… I can touch it, lick it, interact with it in a hundred different ways, but it still looks like something painted just for my eyes. Is it the composition that pushes it into something too beautiful to be real, or is it the mixture of bright colours you don’t normally see in places like this? Perhaps both things. A simple block of flats, yet all my senses are tingling, telling me; this is it Chan, take out your camera and capture the living hell out of it before it’s too late. God damn it… I really love those buildings, you know… They contain so many lives, so much love, hate, happiness, problems and so much more… My second wish, if I ever had three of them, would be living in a different flat every few days/weeks/months. I would love to look at people’s life, be a part of their daily ups and downs, and when finally bored… just move into another one to experience something different, or the same, but with different people. They remind me of a chocolate box. You know what to expect more or less, but you will never know for sure, until you look inside of it. Every single window hides another secret. Every room filled with something different. Personal memories, preferences, echoes of shared moments and history. So many things to look at, even more to talk about. What a treasure box… “

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” Happiness Is The Sun ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Sun… so bright, so warm, so happy… Every time it goes down, I want to chase it, and don’t let it drown in horizon. The moment when it goes behind trees and buildings, I can feel the darkness grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down. Even so far away, it is still one of the most important things in our lives. Everything looks so alive and wonderful when it shines. It is not only the sun though. On its own, it is just a bright hot star. Our world in connection with the nature… Our bad with its good, all mixed up. This is what gives such fascinating spectacle. The sick combination of synthetic and natural world. Our human arrogance embedded in the place we do not deserve. There are so many different kinds of pleasure in life… Admiration for what surrounds us, must be one of the most satisfying one, and it doesn’t cost much. Look around, appreciate what you see, hear, feel and taste. Sun… it certainly can make ordinary places look like they come from a fairy tale, don’t you agree? “

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” 1A ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Another journey, another gem well hidden deep down in the concrete jungle. Another great discovery. It is not only the place though. Time of the day, time of the year, weather, your eyes and what you currently feel behind them. All this and probably so much more. It is the proper combination of many factors, all well synced up. I could come to the very same place another day and it would look totally different, I might not even notice it in the first place. Hell, it might be even a matter of a few minutes, if not seconds. The sun goes behind clouds and the magic of that particular place is gone for that moment. What I am trying to say is… sometimes you are just meant to be somewhere at some point in your life. You are meant to experience and see events that have occurred just for you, and for you alone. This is what drives me. This is the reason why I grab the camera, this is the reason why I sometimes walk for ten hours in a single day. This is my reward and motivation. You never know what you will see, you cannot expect it, you can’t even imagine it. It is just there sitting and waiting for you, and once you finally face it, it fades away slowly afterwards, leaving nothing but an echo in your memory. ” For years I have been seeing the beauty of the everyday life, places and objects, not sure what to do with it… An invisible link between worlds which has always been pulling me in… How can you explain it to someone? The strange energy of awe that is coming from certain places, moments and things… How can you share them when they are so fragile that every second might be their last… ” – now I know… and you know as well. “

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” What A Hole ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Wow… what a hole… It’s still beautiful, isn’t it? It is quite astonishing, how a place empty like this, can be still so charming. That light coming through broken windows, all small particles lying around and of course… a little bit of human touch, adding plenty of various colours to the mixture. It feels so special to be in such place at proper moment… when everything adds up, makes sense and lives in a perfect harmony. You stand there, being blessed seeing all this, admiring and having a hard time believing that you have made it, you are the one to experience all that in person, you have been chosen. This place also reminds me of my life. It is so interesting, complicated and simple at the same time… Charming, dangerous to itself and everyone else around it. It looks so calm, yet you can almost hear the concrete screaming with anger, disappointment and helplessness. Sadly… it is also hollow and empty… The place with so much space to fill. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to find anything that will suit its natural beauty. You either change it or leave it empty. I do not want to be neither. I want to find a balance between those two. I want to find a perfect filling to compose with those rotting walls and its natural silent chaos. Is it even possible? Or is it just another dreamed-up fantasy world created in my mind, purely to believe in fairy dust? “

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” Maze ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + SMC Pentax-FA 31mm F1.8 AL Limited )

” Early morning. The sun is still waking up below the horizon. The low temperature keeps everything suspended. Time flies slower than ever. There are no people around, only wind jumping between buildings like a young puppy. Everything is still, motionless… in perfect harmony. The sound of crunching snow underneath my boots, accompanies my lonely journey through the wasteland. Everything around me is mine, there is no one else to steal this fragile dream from me. I don’t miss people. They have left so many things behind them, so many places… Every time I start living in a new home, I can almost feel the presence of a family that used to live there. Toys, clothes, pictures, furniture… all soaked with memories… It’s nice, it makes me happy and it’s enough. I can feel the air getting warmer, I am not cold anymore. It’s also getting brighter. Soon, a new day will begin. I do not like travelling during daylight. It reminds me of the time when everything was normal, the time when people were still around… Before I settle in at my new home, I always climb on the tallest building, and take the final look at the maze… Yes, the sky is burning up. It probably will be a nice day… ”

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” Roofs ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Roofs… they often go unappreciated, unnoticed or being seen from the boring ground level. Climbing on a top floor is always a thrill. First, you have to get into a stairwell. Then, you will have to fight with many steps ahead of you. Very often on the way up, your nose is amused by a different smell on each storey. Finally, once you get on the top level, you might be rewarded with a nice view, that not many people have a chance to glance at. Roofs… they are special, aren’t they? I particularly like the tiled ones, they look like a reptilian skin. Funny enough, they fulfil the same function as well. Coincidence? I don’t think so. There is so much we can learn from the nature. Most, if not all of our greatest technological discoveries, are just merely small scale reflections of what the nature had done centuries ago. She is a great teacher, we are just slow to learn. “

 

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” Please Come In ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Somewhere deep in a city, there is an area, nobody visits… All surrounding buildings have been demolished, but this one… was left alone. People say, once you go inside this place, you never come back the same. Nobody believes those stories, right? Me neither, so I have decided to check this mysterious leftovers of a building. The whole thing felt wrong from the very beginning. There were plenty of different warehouses, shops and garages around, but none of them were moderately close to the ruin. The area has been sealed off with a high fence, but I have managed to get inside. All ground entries have been either boarded or walled up, and the ones that haven’t, were leading straight to the basement… Pardon my lack of bravery, but it is not a story of a heroic knight, and certainly… this path did not suit me well. I had to find another way in. After closer examination, I have found a way to get inside. A partially boarded door, was kind enough to let me squeeze in. The moment I got into it, a foul stench hit my nostrils like a hammer. It wasn’t an animal, it was something quite different… I was swiftly making my way between halls and rooms, trying not to make any noise at the same time. It was rather hard to achieve, considering all the rubble and glass lying around. The sun was getting inside, lighting most of the interior, for which I was unbelievably grateful. Unfortunately, my bright yellow friend could not reach some parts of the building, leaving it dark and black like a coal. I was trying to avoid those devilish parts as best as I could, I was only a visitor, I did not want to wake up something unholy here… When I reached a staircase, I took a brief glance downstairs and I wish I hadn’t… The pitch black madness was only a few steps away from my shoes, a cold touch went through my whole body, almost pushing me off balance. I made my way up, quicker than a cat chased by a dog. Once again, I was moving swiftly between different rooms and corridors, exploring everything thoroughly… everything that was in light that is. The paint which was coming off the walls and ceilings, was creating weird shapes and patterns, hanging like venomous creatures, trying to reach you. Soon, I have found an interesting room, full of documents and books of some sort, the musty sweet smell was making me feel sick, but I wanted to know what they are. The moment I opened one of them with my foot, I heard something behind me, something I cannot describe with words. It sounded like a cry of a baby dying or some animal being ripped in half. Needlessly to say, I turned around immediately, not sure what I will see… but I saw nothing. Suddenly, I have lost all the interest in further exploring. I didn’t want to stay in this building any longer, I had captured some photographs and decided it will have to be enough. I was trying to make my way back to the staircase as fast as I could, but the corridors… they looked different… I did not know which turn to take in any of them. After few seconds, or maybe minutes, I wasn’t walking anymore, I was running, trying to find the way out. That sound again, I didn’t know where it came from… I was standing, paralysed by fear, I wanted to move… but my legs were not responding. Again, the howl of something dying in agony, struck me like a thunder, I could move again. I ran and ran, it could be seconds, maybe minutes, but it felt like an eternity before I reached the stairway. I was dashing down, praying that my foot don’t step on some rubble in all this rush, but something far worse has happened… Once again, I was standing frozen, with cold sweat running down my body… The darkness from the basement, was just a few steps down from me… How? I have not even reached the ground floor… I have slowly started moving upstairs again, pushing my back against the wall, shaking… When I got back on the top floor, the sun was not reaching anywhere, anymore… Despite of broken windows and an early afternoon, everything was dimmed and dark, there was nowhere to go… not without going through the complete darkness. I cringed in a corner of the staircase, afraid to take another step. I heard it again… the agony, cry, howl and screaming in pain… but this time, it came from the very next room, the foul stench was present again… I closed my eyes, in hope that it’s only a bad dream, and once I open them, I will wake up in my bed. After a while, I opened them, I was still inside the building, but it all seemed to be back to normal. The sun was shining through the broken windows and I could hear ambient sounds coming from the outside. Without much thinking, I made my way out of the building, as fast as I possibly could. It took me days, before I could ease my mind… After a few weeks, I recalled about the photographs I had taken. I connected my camera, and a threatening chill went down my spine again… There was only one… The one, I did not take… “

 

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” Breakthrough ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Sometimes, I have a feeling we are living on the different side of a glass. Busy with our lives, we cannot spot the glass which is in front of us. Our daily routines, successfully keep us occupied, blind, unaware. Some people are trying to see what is hiding behind all this, but even with a small hole, it is hard to see the big picture. What is the life trying to hide from us, why we are not able to see, what is really happening behind the curtain of lies. We know something isn’t right, but we cannot exactly point what it is. It feels like a dream, from which we cannot wake up. We can feel strings controlling us, yet we cannot see them. We try to get a grip with our lives, but someone else is trying to do the same and interrupt us. Should we try to smash the glass and see what is on the other side… or perhaps, we should go along with it, and see where it may lead us… One thing is sure, we are living inside of invisible walls, the prison we cannot see nor touch… “

 

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