Sense of Place

Like I said in the very first day, in my heart, the sense of place is my hometown Nanjing, both physically and psychically.

My hometown was the heart of the entire country- she was the capital city of China. This place gave me too many memories that I could carry with forever wherever I am and whenever it is. Every path, every street and every road is the vein of her. She supports me even though I am thousands and thousands of miles away. I know she is always waiting for me there, like she has always been.

I inherit her spirit- no matter what happens, stay strong. She went through Nanjing Massacre and survived. I got that spirit inside me. Stay strong. Stay Alive.

She is my sense of place. I could always feel her inside me, beside me. Anywhere.

She was the heart of China. She is the heart of me.

Another

I am supposed to be the one who does her makeup

Little soldier

Littler soldier also has big strength.

looks like desert plants to me.

Do the green leaves make flowers more beautiful? Or the flowers make green leaves have their meaning?

Mie~~~~~

His eyes are so special. A baby only eats leaves and strawberries.

Forest?

From an ant’s perspective, am i in the forest?

Train

The old train station with an old train. I took one of this kind of train with my cousin before. Brought me a lot of memories. Full of sense of time.

Skull

Several skulls decorations found in the African-American street. Interesting.

Gold?

It is taken in a basement like a pre-refrigerator. Shining things in this photo are actually droplets because of the temperature difference between inside and outside. Specific use purpose to be determined.