How to stitch a 90-minute dawn shoot across taipei's dihua street markets to capture wet stalls and noodle steam

The sky over Taipei was still a bruise when I stepped onto Dihua Street. Dampness hung in the air like a promise — that particular mix of river fog, early-morning rain and the leftover steam from noodle pots that makes this market come alive in pictures. I had exactly 90 minutes to move through the market, find a handful of scenes that told its story, and come away with frames that felt tactile: wet cobblestones, glistening tarps, vendors’ hands shaped by decades of service, and noodles...

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