Within the spoken words,
Laid more words, unspoken.
For a search of tranquility from word to word!
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After two years of shooting photographs, with the help of some great friends, I finally triumphantly held my first photo exhibition to honor the common people. And the poem that I particularly wrote for father, was the theme. His fi ngernails were the whole inspiration that motivated me to make a small collection of portraits. They were Hani minority women carrying a sack of cement on their backs in Yunnan, a homeless man wearing layers of plastic bags in Guangzhou, a young bottle collector napping on his treasure under an overbridge in the heat of Shenzhen, a bodied man transporting hotel sheets with a carrying pole in Yellow Mountain, a disabled milker kneeling before the breasts of a sheep in Xinjiang, an old Sri Lankan couple carrying a bundle of sticks on their stooping backs, an elderly cleaner sweeping the fl oor outside a temple in Cambodia, a badly sunburned fi sherman throwing the net into the sea in Vietnam, a weary ladyboy yawning beside her blond customer on a boat in Thailand, and a barefoot ragged mother breastfeeding her baby on a railway track in Burma.