I am waiting for your story.

I will return the story of ‘word’ that I hear from you to the language of ‘picture’.

Your family and friends, or your space and movement. Your breathing, the music you enjoy.

I won’t miss any little movement around you.

The stories we share together are beautiful, joyous, but sometimes plain and sad.

But the story in the picture is yours alone, so it will make you smile.

As a child, I held more cameras with film in my hands than candies with sugar.

Every time I went up to the back hill with holding my mother’s hand to take pictures, I felt like I was on a picnic.

As an old man, I still have a camera in my hand. I remember the day’s picnic, meeting people, listening to people’s stories,

and capture their stories with it.

Sometimes I shed tears at the end of the story, but I still enjoy the picnic.

Would you like to go on a picnic with me to the back garden?