I returned to the rainy riverside place of birth.
The light of the water that grew up with me, the fog of the river, and the blue-gray land readmitted me.
In this way, I try to find a new understanding of my hometown and myself.
Things began to loom and gather. Like floating in the sea of time.
Meet with these figures and scenery, they are not only daily trivial light, but also mysterious whispers from the distant past.
I want to show this parallel of different times and the personal tremor that is nowhere to be placed in the photo.
As George Benanos said, the mountain flowers, though small, are fragrant when gathered together.
