yumeng song

Dear Wildlife,

I wonder what you thinking.

Are staring, wondering if the human is Watching you?

Are curious, just like us?

It’s wonderful, that you’re showing the nature of loving and protective over your fawn.

Are you wondering, that humans is similar like you, protecting a child.

Are you afraid of us?

You are such a curious creature, just staring and not being afraid towards humans.

It’s seems, that you’re not to afraid to show your love.

Thank you for showing us what is love, it seems that most people forget.

Dear stray cats,

Coming back to New York and thinking about the travel in Morocco, there are lots of feelings I want to say. Long story short, interesting. This journey made my eyes opened and gave me such a different life experience. What I gathered is not just souvenirs and photos, also happiness, sadness, surprise, and memory. 

This capture is the first photo I took in Rabat when my friend and I just arrived there and set down our luggage. That was a warm and sunny Sunday. We walked out of a short alley and saw these three cats. Their comfy and mysterious faces made me laugh.  I was thinking at that moment, what a sweet scene! This is a good beginning of my trip to Morocco! Then I held on camera and capture this one. After that day, I went to Marrakech, Sahara desert, small villages, I ride canal, had local food, talked to many people, made new friends, bought many great handcrafts, lost my wallet and so on. After all these things, we came back to this alley and saw these cats again, I kind of feeling back home, their familiar faces relieved all my negatives. 

There are many stray cats in Morocco I don’t know why. They are mostly slim, friendly to people, some even like to be a star and be in front of the camera which surprised me a little bit. 

Goodbye cats, nice to meet you in Rabat, and good luck with your future life!

Best,

I wanted to post this picture last because it is so powerful. 

Every time I go to Congo I am confronted to this hard feeling of guilt. 

Nobody has the power to decide in what condition they will come to earth. 

These three children, these three little souls, these three angels were alone in the street next to a beach club. 

People would come and buy cigarettes and leave. 

Not a look, not a smile, not a thank you. 

It is so sad that I have to go back home to my comfort when I see such heartbreaking smiles. 

Giving them all my money, giving them my car, giving them my clothes wouldn’t change anything and it is killing me. 

I don’t even know if they are aware of how dangerous it was for them to be standing alone like that in the street. 

I wanted to protect them, but I couldn’t. 

Africa is beautiful, Africa is rich, but Africa is also poor. 

Billboards, Bright lights, blaring sirens, crowded streets, and blasting noises everywhere are all one of many ways to describe living in New York City. However, sometimes living in the city that never sleeps can feel overwhelming.

In such moments, escaping to the quiet and simplicity of nature could be all that we need to take a break from all the hassle and bussl of the Big Apple. Surrounded by trees, listening to the birds singing, and thinking absolutely about nothing.

Dear Photograph, 

Dear dancing girl,

A ballerina, a wife, a dreamer…

You are a fighter,

for freedom

How happy you are when enjoying the moment of dancing!

How beautiful you are in free air to chase for your freedom!

I like your white dress, they are free in the air, free just as your dance, as your soul.

I know you were born to be free,

even in the last second, you finally find yourself lying on the floor without your foot, dying.

Solute!

We can feel the movement from this still picture.