Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky

Slow motion low level shot of ripples in a puddle in Seoul at days.

Look with open eyes and you will see the beauty of waterfall.

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are a like

I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.

Summer Sunset behind Grain Silo

The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.