Dark Sands
The dunes of Mongolia, a few hours drive from Dalanzadgad.
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
The dunes of Mongolia, a few hours drive from Dalanzadgad.
At a small store beside the lake of Beijing’s Summer Palace, a couple of opposites.
A hike through a forest near the Kingston ferry terminal where enormous cedars shoot straight into the sky.
A girl walks along the tracks in Beijing’s 798 Art Zone – an entire district of former factories and industrial spaces now used for galleries and cafes.
A decaying house beside a hiking trail on Edmonds Island, just north of Seattle.
As the remaining minutes of the afternoon were overtaken by a clear night sky in Beijing, the swirling mass of people buying tickets never stopped. Hundreds, thousands streaming…
One of a constant stream of fully-packed trains departing New Delhi.
In an economically disadvantaged neighbourhood of New Delhi, a film crew draws an interested crowd.
On guard at the water’s edge of Beijing’s Summer Palace.
Skateboards, bikes and cars in Chinatown.
On the edge of South Delhi, a highway overpass carries a honking, roaring mass of traffic above our lunch location.
Crossing from Ulaanbaatar’s main platform to a second set of tracks as a huge train approaches departure time.
There were many shots out the window of moving cars on this trip, but this continues to be one of my favourites. Also, it was out the window…
The masterpiece of 20th century residential architecture.
A nearby park from the 25th floor of my hotel.
Looking in the window of a New York City hair salon.
A rare break in the clouds from 39,000 feet (11.8km) above the Arctic Ocean, on the route between Washington and Seoul.
Red lanterns, symbols of prosperity, and coloured fans cover the ceiling of my hotel lobby.
On location in New York City’s Chinatown.
Looking west on Astoria Boulevard in Queens.
Waiting in Terminal D, in one of the small sections of the airport that isn’t a Duty Free shop.
Looking for spare coins in the afternoon sun on a New Delhi bridge.
While filming in the Tehkhand region of southwest Delhi, a scene from an alley — just a few feet from where I took Back Breaking.
A man on his phone.
At a central intersection in Ulaanbaatar.
In the Jaitpoor neighbourhood of south Delhi, a gate and wall to a family’s compound.
During a visit to a dairy farm in the Tov province of Mongolia, northwest of Ulaanbataar.
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