I believed that this was sometimes around March or April of 2024. I was like this sole bird chirping and waiting, perhaps, calling out for its sadness, and contradictorily, it was at peace. Perhaps, I could hear it is said “where are all the leaves I’m looking for or hoping for?”. I believed I was walking down the streets from Patrick Henry and Bunker Hill in Santa Clara.
We were here during the pandemic. On this particular afternoon, I took a little detour to circumvent around Coyote Hill in Newark. I was drown in untold sadness and pains.
Seattle park – May 2023. These are captured on my Mamiya 645 camera. People always talk about the dreamy looks and feels of a medium-format photo. I wished this trip could have been dreamy like these frames.
Then, it was Sunol. I made this hike randomly out of the whim. I simply enjoyed the moment of myself. I looked the sign as if I was the one who was lost.≈
It was early in Sunol, about half way through 2024. I remember rushing out to the street to catch the first sun light of 2022 in Joshua Tree National Park, Jan 1. I also recall driving to Our Lady Of Peace Shrine on Jan 1 2023 to absorb the first sun light.
At this point, I’m looking for signs, and for the inner voices about where I should head to.
I reached the top of the hill, where I sat and prayed. I zoomed into a little house at distant away; it was so close, yet so far. I stood by and stared at a lonely tree
I embrace these moments. I embraced all moments and memories had happened. As much as I’m tearful as I’m typing these words, I shall embrace these memories with love, with gratitude and with peace.
At another moment in time, I walked across San Francisco Golden Gate Park. I just went, for no particular reason at all. I walked by Conservatory of Flowers and flashbacks emerged in my mind. It was the flashback of the beginning, and it was full of hopes and wishes.
