Let it drift, if you have to.

there comes a time when nothing can be seen through,
none can be fought,
let it drift,
until the shore is hit

A dialogue between illusion and another

Silhouette of tree and its reflection.

Plants with reflection of trees.

ripples

虛實、實虛，這石頭一落，漣漪一起,虛實一線，浮出了面?

I did intend not to caption this series to illusion and reality, even though it might fit the image more… in certain ways?! Yet, in Buddhism’s point of view, everything is Maya (illusion). Illusion or reality is like chicken or egg to me, not a question to answer. The moment is what I captured, and has left (in) me, no matter it’s illusion or reality. Living through moment to moment seems matter more…