I took your picture, but I wasn’t trying to get to know you. I just want you to keep your spirits up when you’re feeling down and remember that there was once a street photographer who was taken with your charm. There was charm once, and there will be again in the future.
It’s a makeshift barbershop on the side of the road. There’s no fixed store, just a chair and a pair of scissors. But it’s open for business! Sometimes it’s on the left side of the road, sometimes on the right. A hundred years ago, Chinese men wore their hair long. It would be disrespectful to our ancestors if we cut it short. Nowadays, almost every man cuts his hair short. People think that showing respect to our ancestors is not about how we look, but about how we act. We should be more pragmatic.
There must be someone in this world who watches your every move, captures your natural expressions without you noticing, from a distance you don’t expect. I, with my camera, am that someone.
Hey there! How long has it been since you felt like this? Looking forward to the sun going down early on a crisp fall afternoon because your dad promised to come back from a business trip with a new toy for you? Your scooter was parked in front of the school and the sun was shining that day. How many other times have you had such a golden wait when you were growing up?
I enjoy eating lotus seeds, some are bitter, some are sweet, some are cold, I like the feeling, the feeling of fall. I took a picture while eating lotus seeds. I don’t just eat lotus seeds, I chew the fall one bite at a time. I don’t just take pictures, I take pictures of fall one by one.
I heard that the blue color is the waves of the sea. Isn’t that lovely? A blue cocktail, bitter, sweet, and fresh, as if an ocean breeze blew by. You stood there on the beach, a glass full of wine, spilling over you. You looked so happy!
In the past, I had this idea that photography meant lugging around a big camera bag and wandering around the world, through the wild, untamed forest. These days, I love to carry a small line of crossbody bags with me wherever I go. I’ll walk from one intersection to the next, always with my camera in hand, a book to read, or a picture to take. It’s amazing how much beauty and peace I find around me!
The sound of a shutter recording the traces of a time when our fellow humans had been here before. I think photo excavation is going to be one of the most important jobs for archaeologists in the future of mankind!
Life was a little worried that I might get bored, so I met the camera, and them in the camera, and you in front of the screen.
