Before the winter came, the leaves and grass used to blanket most of the ground. Now, they look simple and refined after losing colors.

In Seattle, the rainy season continues throughout the winter. The mosses cover the wet tree surface and they protect trees from cold air like a green flannel. They must also be preparing for the severe winter weather.

The bombax trees, once had thick layers of green leaves, used to move soughingly in the breeze. They lost most of the leaves now, but they still hold on their dignity with the surviving yellow. They look beautiful because they are preparing to reawake in next spring.

Because of the nostalgic scene unique to the season, we appreciate the four seasons. And, the ISO2500 setting seems to add to the emotional rendition.

The Amaryllis says, "I bloom vigorously even in the cold winter!" Yes, you're wonderful and beautiful compared to the people shrugging their shoulders. And, you're straightening my spine, too!

I seldom wear my suit in the States. These days, people don't wear it even in the formal inter-company meetings. So, when I dress properly and eat dinner with a good posture, it helps me brace myself up and feel good using polite forms that I had forgotten. To be honest, I return to myself after damping the red wine stuck in my throat no matter how elegantly I behave...

I often shoot customers in restaurants. When they are enjoying meal opening up their mind, they remove their barriers. And, I love their naturalness.

When I came across this scene, I thought of the movie called "Da Vinci Code." Because of the two people in the mirror, this image looks religious and mysterious.。

My imagination grows and strengthens when it rains on the street at night. I stand transfixed feeling disengaged from the reality. I cease to exist and start to wander in a mysterious story of an unfamiliar place.

Because I cannot see people clearly at night, they look even more dramatic. Is it I can feel their real lives better at night? Or, is it because my favorite stories unfold during the night?

Because I cannot see people clearly at night, they look even more dramatic. Is it I can feel their real lives better at night? Or, is it because my favorite stories unfold during the night?