Pretty little baby...

I always think of this beautiful young lady as my little sister. The first time I've met her was 6 years ago, and she didn't change much. Whenever she has trouble, she can come to me, but I usually come to her when I am hungry, because she can cook very well.

Leaves and flowers in Postech.

My only dream when I took this picture was that I could lay down in this field of flowers, watching the stars in a starry night with the love of my life.




This kind of wild flower blossoms everywhere in the field. Very small but beautiful.




A maple's bud. It always leads me to a Aitmatov's short story.




Another bud, full of vitality.