Born and bred in Hong Kong, Rochelle is a young emerging photographer who aspires to capture the beauty of nature and landscape in Hong Kong.

A lonely bird sitting on a tree, gazing off into the distance. Waiting for the return of his long lost mate.

Once just seeds, hidden in the dark rooms of a flower pot, the ferns now joyfully dance around to the rhythm of footsteps.

Looking over the bridge, as the years pass, the once fresh white paint of the bars starts to flicker off, the end of one’s life the beginning of another. When one door closes, another one opens.

Towering over the city, the gleaming buildings overlook Hong Kong. Bouncing off the rays of light, they smile at each other.

Every different tree has a different bark. Although the same colour, type or size they are all different in their own way. Just like we are.

The white sky soars in the air camouflaged with the fluffy pearl clouds. The four warriors hold up their swords lashing at the air, blocking the peaceful clouds and sky.

The orange lifebuoy hanged at the side of the road, scraping at the sharp, jagged rocks. Waiting for a time when someone would need help at sea. Waiting for a time that it could be the hero. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the time.

Stuck in time, the skinny tree stands still, grounded to the floor, curious to venture around.

These bumpy tiles have seen so much. So much more than us. I wonder what this tile has seen in its life. Years of history all stored away in this small tile.