I always thought that I love to take photos, and I want to capture every great moment came across my eyes.
But only when I had my D80 went down in Cambodia last week, I realised that, I do love to take photos, I do love to capture every great moment. Yet, I still enjoyed every scene that touched my heart, and amazed, stunned by the brilliant art piece of the ancient, throughout the entire journey, the memory is still the best camera I ever had.
At the moment boarding onto the plan, I understood that, the real force that has been pushing me so far, is the expression of myself through photography.
I am never a man with sweet tongue, and a talent of languages. With photography, I am able to express things I see, experience, and feel...And now losing my second expression of myself, I am feeling life is difficult...
May this be over soon.
I have found myself a new direction in photography.