After the Rain

Sometimes I become confused by the difficulties in directly verbalizing some kind of emotional resonance or experience. It seems our language is limited; it is more about describing and sharing a concept or idea. That's probably why the poet uses verse-to express certain things that cannot otherwise be expressed. And maybe that's why photography holds quite a similar quality to that of poetry. For this photo, I was standing in a downpour. Shortly thereafter the rain stopped, the lead-colored clouds were carried away and the lake restored its calmness again. Suddenly, the brightest sun showed up and its light glittered on the surface of the water. The dew on every plant began to evaporate, their scents carried away by the gentle breeze. I was in the midst of seasonal changes, summer enchantment.