The same mountain, wearing a different face in every light. Under a clear sky, it is a clean cap of snow against the blue. At dusk, the last of the sun turns its summit red. On a misty winter day, it floats above the clouds, reflected quietly in still water. This series is less about the mountain itself than about the light that touches it and stays.
同一座山，在不同的光里换着面孔。晴天里它是蓝天下一顶干净的白雪；黄昏里，最后一缕夕阳把山顶染红；冬日的薄雾里，它浮在云上，静静地倒映在水中。这一组照片拍的不是山本身，而是那些照在山上、又停留下来的光。
