When I go to zoo, in the beginning I get excited at all motion of animals. Wagging bushy furs, the characteristic calls, and sharp teeth peeping out from a big yawn. But before very long, my eyes start looking diffrent things such as artificial rocks and all ather materials that is not in real nature. They are all living in a safely protected place but no freedom. For them, what is a rules for Happiness? I hope that I can understand how they are feeling and thinking living in this confined artificial space. That's why I'm taking portrait photos of zoo animals.