I keep insisting on taking pictures of lovers. The ones for Han ended up in his wedding invitation.
Flowers for one very dear friend from Kansai were hurriedly taken from a street near Echo Park, pruned and hand-tied in less than five minutes, but made quite a nice mini bouquet. If only these memories of one summer morning, still and brushed and still radiating, can bring warmth to two peoples’ heart for a day–it is, at the same time, part of my narrative, searching for happiness.
Cinnamon Ginger Tea 