Look in Perspective

Now I find myself staring at a photo exhibition where, at least eight of the many works exposed, are from PDP.
The first picture gives you the sensation that he might had taken it, over dawn or maybe around sunset, the picture isn't clear, the only thing that attaches the viewers is the darkness that surrounds the houses, when the sun descends in the sky.
In the fourth image, we are brought to the train station, at night. The multicolour lights and the electronic panels reflect how human race rushes from one place to another, without actually a destination.
The seventh it's probably somewhere near his neighborhood. Beneath a bridge, where the water flows, fighting against the giant rocks and at the end of the tunnel, filled with grafitti, there's an authentic oasis, with a magnificent green tree rising up in the sky's direction.
The last, but not the least. The train trails! I have no idea how could he have taken that photo, or even how was he able to jump over the fencing. However, the camera was at the ground's level, capturing the stones within the steel from the trails.
A delight view! Indeed.
And unconsciously, the memories and emotions that the photos provide me, made myself sink in the uncertain sea of time.