However, one day, it dawned on me that beneath the rough surface, wood itself possesses different colors
It makes me scared. Of how many times I have been oblivious to the beauty from inside.
And then, there is this distress to think about the simple truth: just like wood, a human being cannot be defined by one color.
This photo was taken at one of my favorite places in New York City
P/S: Hi! Thank you so much for stopping by and looking at these photos. It means the world to me. I hardly edit the photos, since I want to make them look real. About the camera I have: it is a really cheap one (I don’t have a lot of money and I also want to learn how to frame/ choose angles first). Some photos are taken by Samsung Galaxy S3.
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