His soul is like a mountain: he climbs it by every path available. Some are hidden in dense shade, winding and meandering; others lie under the blazing sun, steep and precipitous; yet all lead to the divine enthroned at the summit.
Love, hatred, will, renunciation… when all the forces of humanity are stirred to their utmost pitch, they draw near to “eternity” and merge with it.
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Lancé dans la métropole comme des lions dans une télé en noir et blanc
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Is It Not a Joy?
“When a friend comes from afar, is that not a joy?” — or so the old saying goes.
She hadn’t even arrived yet, and my heart had already been flying toward her for half a month. Like some restless little bird beating against my ribs, day and night, without rest.
Liaowei and I hadn’t seen each other in ten whole years.
Ten years. Just saying it out loud sounds like a sigh.
In those ten years, we each drifted to foreign lands, cycling through different countries, different cities, different languages, chasing a living, chasing a dream. We checked in occasionally, a few messages here and there, nothing more, nothing less. Like two rivers running parallel at a distance: each knowing the other was still flowing, neither wanting to disturb the current. A gentle kind of friendship, clear as water.
But water, as it turns out, tends to find the same sea.
All these years, without ever saying so, we had been moving in the same direction from within our separate solitudes. She fell headlong into photography; so did I, into images. She became obsessed with handmade books; I fell for the smell of paper and the architecture of binding. Neither of us could stand being defined. Neither of us wanted to speak someone else’s language. She felt her way through her own night; I pressed on through my own snow, and without ever telling each other, we had both been drifting toward the same light.
And so she came.
“Pine Wind • Great Return”
I was fortunate to be present in person, witnessing Master Laogang as he painted with brush in hand, and capturing these precious moments. My heartfelt thanks to Master Laogang for his trust and commission.
Homesickness: only those who leave their hometown truly know it.
At minus twenty degrees, Vincent and I went hiking. The north wind howled toward us, and we pressed forward against the biting cold, stumbling through the snow.
I lowered my head and gazed at the wind-sculpted surface of the snow. It shifted constantly before my eyes, gradually taking on the shape of my hometown.
Along the 30° north latitude, west of mainland China, lies my birthplace, Enshi, where mountains rise and overlap in endless layers;
During my university years, I traveled to Lichuan’s Daxuijing for a traditional architecture survey. That day the weather changed abruptly, and my classmates and I walked for a full five hours through a surging sea of clouds;
And then there is Lenghu Town in Qinghai as I remember it, the desolate and solitary Heidu Mountain… across the wilderness, dark tones roll like waves, layer upon layer, yet frozen and unmoving in time…
Photography is, in truth, a way of photographing one’s inner world. What you carry in your heart is what your eyes will see.
I am grateful to this snowy land of North America, which, in a moment of reverie, revealed the landscapes deep within my soul one by one.
And nature: so often, in different forms, it interprets the same scenery for us.
Just like the roads we travel… throughout our lives, it seems we walk many different paths and witness countless landscapes, only to realize in the end that we have been walking the same road all along. This road keeps expanding, continuously widening the doors of our hearts, while what remains deep within is, in fact, the same scenery.
At the Place Where the Gods Sleep
For half a year, I have been buried in creation. The world outside, its warmth and cold, no longer concerned me.
Time itself – days, months, years – slipped from my awareness.
So when I suddenly suggested a trip to the northern village, I was startled to find the leaves already fallen, the river almost dry. I had missed the autumn of my favorite village, Val-David. I came running toward autumn, only to find it long gone.
Yet heaven had other plans. After three hours of climbing through mountain ridges, we stumbled upon a lake hidden deep among the hills. The lake was nearly dry, its surface holding only a faint sheen of water. In its center stood a forest of dead pines: tall, motionless, like gods in eternal sleep. The air was still; even the wind dared not pass.
In that moment, we seemed to stand at the edge of time, listening to the silence into which all things return.
Sitting quietly by the lake, I suddenly understood: some encounters are not meant for joy, but to remind us that
all things will one day fall silent, and within that silence, the eternal continues to echo.
Thanks to Liv and Mary for modeling for my chakra and sower-themed outfits. We spent a magical afternoon together.
Model ／ @tryillo_ + @mary.zol_
Photo + Dress ／ @le.kui
Photos and gowns by the magical @le.kui@lk.mono
A little day doo of foreseen memory, fish bones and noodles, gown of symmetrical bags, circle lion and the writer in the window🦁
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Photos and gowns by the magical @le.kui@lk.mono
A little day doo of foreseen memory, fish bones and noodles, gown of symmetrical bags, circle lion and the writer in the window🦁
#artist #art #blackandwhitephotography #lionmask #lion #circus #circusart #circle #clown #clowncore #clowncostume #gown #weirdphotography #antique
The end of the fields is where the warmth of everyday life begins.💫
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The fields lie in quiet stillness, with only a few deer leaping joyfully across the open meadows. We wander here, back and forth, fearing we might miss even the smallest traces of beauty. Following the deer’s tracks, we slowly make our way deeper into the fields, hoping this path has no end, these fields have no boundary...
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Every time I tell Vincent that we should go out into nature, he says, “I know, you want to go to Val-David again!” Haha, I’m just that dedicated and persistent because this is the place in Quebec that feels the most familiar, almost like home! 🍂🍂🍂 #Quebec #ValDavid #Laurentides #LaurentidesJeTaime #Laurentians #QuebecPhotography #CanadianAutumn #AutumnColors #AutumnPhotography #Québec #PaysdEnHaut #NaturePhotography #AutumnMood #WildernessLife #MontrealArtist #QuebecPhotographer #Appalachia #DeerSighting
