Every Sunday morning, I take my daughter to my parental home, a place where I had spent my youth. Strange enough, this particular routine allows me to revisit a place that I was very familiar, and with the eyes of a stranger.
Like a good photo can speak, a place can hold memories from the past. Here I find memories of my father. My mind is a time machine, allows me to travel back in time. Nostalgia is the temperature that can keep someone warm in heart.
Portra400 | Parkview, Hong Kong | 2018-2019