Where the west dyke sleeps

• Prize
  Silver in Book/Other
• Photographer
  Tian Gan, United States

In the Summer Palace shadowed breath,far from the clamor of wandering feet,I traced seasons like a silent psalm —jade whispers of spring, hush bone of winer.My camera drank the light of solitary willows,their tears rippling secrets to the frozen glass.Four times the moon peeled autumn from the water,four times my youth dissolved into that quiet.

Memory folds itself now — a paper boat sailing in the ink of my time as a learner, still drift where no footsteps echo but my own.