I am never good with time, not that I am always late, but time always seems to slip pass me silently. I have tried to remember those split seconds of unassuming details - the sight, the smell, how it made me feel.  

 

Then, I found a way to put faces to my diary, more powerful than words, I am able to freeze memory, adding in elements of feelings and mood. That special moment that maybe nobody cares but me - a moment of my life, a paragraph of the tales I am trying to tell.

 

I am now able to tell stories about life, about people, about feelings.

 

It is then that I realized, I have fallen in love with photography.

 

~ Cheryl Chan