The dry sand crunches under my feet as I walk across the beach. Little crabs skitter out of the way, racing amongst the scattered fragments of coral and seashells long abandoned to flip into the sea. For once, the ocean is calm. There’s not a ripple to be seen, as far as the horizon. A glassy mirror, the water reflects the cerulean sky above. Besides the wind dancing through the trees and my bare feet softly padding over the sand, a blanket of peaceful silence has settled over the beach.

The sun was just rising over the Laotian jungle. Mist still blanketed the Nam Khan River. It was cool out. The sun glowed through the mist, providing  an eerie morning.

Whenever I go to Greenwich, I usually just go to the places of interest like Odeon cinema, Charlton shopping centre, or the O2. I never really thought to get off the bus and explore the places we drove past in the Greenwich area, until Tuesday. My friend Georgina and I decided to jump on the 486 bus going to North Greenwich and unravel the mystery of a place the bus always drives past before getting to North Greenwich (another name for it is the O2).

I absolutely love skiing. Skiing has always been an enjoyable pasttime for me. I have been skiing since I was 5 years old. My sister and I go skiing on the weekends at a place not too far from our house. Every 4 years I watch the competitive ski racers in the Winter Olympics. I envy them so much.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber is a medieval walled village in Bavaria, Germany. Its' beautiful 17th century architecture and romantic atmosphere draws visitors from all over the world.

Rothenburg’s streets are lined with quaint rows of houses, many of which date back to the medieval period.

I’ve lived here all my life, but never had I seen so much color in Singapore – bright orange columns against the dirty cream of signs reading “Internet Café, 24 hours” with blinking neon arrows. As I walked towards the ethnic neighbourhood of Little India, the gravel beneath my sneakers slowly fell away to a tessellation of orange diamonds, and the public housing shrank to traditional shophouses, standing in full glory from red windows, to turquoise walls, and striped patio blinds.

Travel photographers can have a number of different jobs.  Some travel photographers photograph exciting places for travel advertising, others for travel articles in newspapers/magazines.  Some also use the photographs for travel blogging websites/online journals.  Personally, this job interests me a lot as it’s the two things I enjoy most in life: travelling and photography.  Travel photography in newspapers/magazines for me looks to be the most exciting, as you get to share your experience, in photographs, for the world to see.