I arrived in Hong Kong on January 5th, 2010. It felt as though each one of its seven-million inhabitants were at the airport to greet me. Each day thereafter, I traveled further west from Hong Kong; with each move, I found myself surrounded by less and less people. The decrescendo in population continued for two weeks until, finally, I stood alone in the middle of miles of rice fields. My journey’s slow transition from urban to rural China was paralleled by and coupled with a drastic cultural and mood shift. These are some photographs that I took along the way.