These pictures draw out the best summer in my memory: getting lost in the endless lotus flower lake, that rich green, just by looking at it, will cool you off from the heat. Cicada’s rhythmic sound is like a lullaby for a slow afternoon nap. In the dream, you become that black swan, curling up the neck, reflecting on water completes the nap. The light fragrance of lotus floating on the lake, like a mist, you have to look hard to peek through the crowded leaves to find where they are hiding their pink little faces.
Time slows down here, like summer was, in the pace of pink lotus and black swans.
