I’ve found it therapeutic to go for walks and take a picture of the scenery that stirs up my sadness. Through the post-editing process,  I would get a significant sense of relief.  It has been surprisingly helpful to decongest the overwhelming sorrow.  

When my files showed up on the screen distorted, I was shocked. I was just about to drag them all to the bin when my 9-year-old daughter walked in and gasped out loud “so beautiful!”  

Oh no! They are not supposed to be like this. They are totally damaged.

“Don’t do anything, mom! They are more beautiful like that.”

All of a sudden I had a breakthrough (I guess that’s what a therapist would call.)  

Leaving the glitches untouched, it’s time for me to move on from feeling so gloomy and hopeless. I need to start accepting things as the way they are. Life has changed, the new reality cannot be altered. It is up to me how to see.  


p.s. On the day when my dad passed, my youngest daughter saw him in our room. He told her that he had become free to go anywhere and he was happy because he could see more of us from then on. Her words still mesmerise me until this day. 


My original post is here www.percychang.com and more photographic work are featured there. 

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