I usually hate rain, raining is always a trouble.One day, almost unconsciously I used flashlight toward the raining outside.When I poked my head from the camera, I saw a sky of stars. I was so shocked and moved that I aspired to have the view saved in my heart and preserved in my memory. However, during the act of shooting again and again, I found a fact : Every shoot of a moment is my trying to keep certain sparkling time and then feelings, but it’s also a proof of the losing of the moment and the feelings. The act of shooting is an effort to detain an aspired moment, at the same time is a testimony to the futility of the effort. The moment can only exist in the image, never in my body.
