I like traveling around the world, but not toward the places everyone names.
I prefer wandering through quiet streets, or drifting along long road trips, letting life unfold beside me.
In those unhurried paths, I watch how people live, how they move through their days, and when possible, I step into their rhythm— feeling their culture, their warmth, their way of being.
I come from Yunnan, a land shaped by more than twenty ethnic groups, where diverse cultures breathe side by side.
Growing up there, I learned to listen, to watch, to feel the gentle collision and coexistence that happens when many traditions share one home.
And I began to see — behind every culture lies the land that raised it: mountains, rivers, seasons, air.
Behind every gesture is a tenderness rising from the ordinary — a bond woven through daily life.
Behind every tradition is a lineage carried quietly across generations — in habits, in food, in clothing, in rituals of faith and memory.
I am moved by these moments, deeply and endlessly. With my small way of seeing, I try to hold these fleeting instants, and offer them to you— through the eyes of a photographer, and the curiosity of a researcher.
To show you the world as I meet it— softly, closely, before the fast pace of modernity turns some of these details into whispers or lets them disappear.
