It was the winter of 1999 in Michigan. Around my brother’s house was covered with white snow.

That year, the snow was heavy, and weather was bad. You could hear people complain a lot about the weather but still love the snow. It seemed the snow was not a part of the weather. One day, I took a picture of a scene in front of the driveway of the house. It was beautiful. The sky was blue, the snow was so white, and the pines and cedars were high as they were pitching into the clouds. It’s so clear and silent, just like a panting.

I hope I could be there again some day.

＜2002.9.11＞