Meridian Sun, Rocks, Plants, and wind

Deep down in my heart, feeling about the existence around me, the more I want to pull away from it, the deeper I fall into it; the more I want to see, the more blurred the reality is. 

By mortified with the technique of intaglio, those photos are no longer the scenery of the moment I saw them, but the scenery of my heart at the moment I saw them--a time of seclusion, remoteness, spread, and stillness.