The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Beauty in the Strand


















































Like the shining leaves of the emerald tree, with ruby flower, maddening and lovely. As graceful as of a 15 years old girl, the petals brave to show its abstract expressionistic poses, and expose beauty in strands with no shun.

“I do not speak, let beauty explains in the ocular sense of the word”.

The enchantment of the strand last for a moment, a very short life time to be evidence for its beauty. The beauty lives inside an artist painting, a photographer’s lens and admirer’s heart.
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