This dune, more than one hundred

Nurlan unpackages a tightly wrapped bag

It's 7:30 in the morning and

In dusty city of Aktau, in

On an astrophotographic night, even above

Not far from Almaty in Kazakhstan,

There is little data about air

A man is praying alone in

Plaques in front of the war

The sun filters into the third

While some academic studies from 90s

In Kokshetau, in the north