Butterflies are nature's angels. They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.

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

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.

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

If you are in a beautiful place where you can enjoy the sunrise and sunset, then you are living like a lord.

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

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