Plants waiting for the rain, bees waiting for the nectar of flowers, herbivores waiting for the grass to grow. Carnivores waiting for those herbivores, chairs waiting for someone to sit down, machines waiting to be activated, people waiting for birth, and deaths waiting for humans.
A cascade of failures and setbacks—maybe the world isn’t as beautiful as we once expected. Yet in those imperfect moments, there lies a kind of story. With each frame I capture, I hold a personal hope—that one day, someone may perceive it as a narrative in their mind. I yearn for my photographs to spark someone's imagination. I intend to take as many photographs as I can before I die (because after that, I won’t be able to take any more). In the end, perhaps all that remains, somewhere, are the photographs.
