Pipe dreams
As I lay nearby this waterfall under the pale sun of an autumn morning, gazing straight into the hypnotizing timeless flow, listening to the mesmerizing music of the stream, the flow catches me, and suddenly I dream... a dream of pipes.
As it was meant to be
I learnt a valuable lesson while photographing this series: never quit, never turn around and give up, even if it seems that all the odds are against you, because no matter how deep the night may be, how thick the gloom may seem or how hard the wind may blow, the tide can always turn around at a blink of an eye; light can always burst out from nowhere, somehow it always finds a way to crack the curtain of fog, chasing away the dark clouds, revealing the pure beauty of a new born day.
