2011

This photograph, captured in 2011 during a family trip to the U.S.A., marks the moment I first fell in love with photography. The file, however, was lost for many years, but that moment never faded from my memory. Years later, I stumbled upon an old USB stick, and there it was, the picture. Though the file was corrupted, the blue lines that emerged only deepened its beauty.

Those lines, like life itself, are a reminder: things change, but our essence remains untouched.

Life can twist and turn, pulling us in directions we never expected, yet in the end, we always find our way back to our true self. Just as this image found its way back to me.