Like a father Like a mountain

I take the fuzzy memory when I went to Qinling with my father as a clue. Thirty years after my father died, and the year when I became a father myself, I started to go to the mountain called "father mountain". In more than three years, I photographed the "Mountain" that occupied my heart.

Like a Father Like a Mountain

To me, the great Qinling in China is more than a mountain range, it’s the embodiment of a father. In fact, Daqinling is referred to as ‘father mountain’. When I was a child I looked at the boundless mountains and asked the elders to explain where they began and ended, but there was never an answer.

My father died when I was five, but I remember him taking me to Qinling on his bicycle to visit relatives and friends. Images of this constantly flash in my heart. After he died 30 years later , I became a father too, and at the same age of him,I began to photograph the Qinling, eventually spending three years walking the length of the range. During my journey, I gradually picked up the childhood memories that had dissipated. While wandering, I collected moments of beauty: a flower, a blade of grass, a person, an object, a patch of light, a corner, an instant.