by Dan

(A late afternoon, Luchun, Yunnan)

Life has its mountains and valleys, its ups and downs.

When you stand in the valley, do you see the mountain ahead of you, or is there just another valley?

Photographs,
nothing but a snapshot of a special moment,
nothing but a snapshot of a good time spent,
nothing but a snapshot of a memory lodged in a corner of the heart.

Every picture, has a story.
A photograph captures the special moment, something money can't buy.
A photograph captures a good time spent, something which cannot be relived again.
A photograph captures a memory, hidden in a deep corner of one's heart.

A moment like the sunset, is a special moment.
Once missed, one has to wait for a long time before the sun sets again the next day.
Yet don't you think, that life is like a camera?
It's there for you to grab that special moment, to grab that golden opportunity, to grab what is in front of your eyes.

A photograph captures a memory, something which may be forgotten.
But twenty years down the road, will the memory or photograph still remain?
Will you still remember who I am,
Or am I just another statistic who occupies no more than a page in your life story?

Childhood memories of the Ferris Wheel. Something I never ever conquered.

The cable cars against the blue sky look so tiny.

The silhouette against the blue blue sky.

The thin line that separates the sky and the sea.

Unbelievable that such a scene exist in Singapore. No sight of high-rise buildings. Just peace and quiet.

A waterfall hidden within lush greenery and a man-made cave.

Splashing waterfall taken from the inside of the cave. A sudden feeling of refreshing coolness.

The leaves floating in the pond makes a beautiful pattern. The waters so calm that the silhouette of the trees are so clearly imprinted. Such is the beauty of nature, the greatness of the Creator.

Purple blooms. The Singapore pride.