A way
of looking.

Life didn’t happen
as neatly as I imagined.

I moved from China to the UK for university. New cities, unfamiliar people, friendships, leaving and coming back taught me to pay attention to the things — and people — I let matter.

Sunday, Maybe came from that attention. A room you’ve been in a hundred times can feel different because of who is sitting beside you. Sometimes the important part only becomes obvious later.

Photography gives that version of a day somewhere to stay. Not a way of making life look perfect. A way of noticing it while it is happening.

An ordinary night.
Important later.

On New Year's Eve, I sat beneath a table at George's Meeting House, eating twelve grapes and making a wish for love. My friends were there. We were laughing.

Even without what came later, that evening was already worth remembering. That perspective is where Sunday, Maybe began, and it shapes the way I photograph ordinary life while it's happening.

Beside the photograph
everyone expects.

The glance before the kiss. Someone fixing someone else’s clothes. Friends laughing when they’re supposed to be behaving. The wind ruining the plan.

I’ll give direction when it helps, then leave enough room for real life. The weddings, the lovers, the friends, the places, and the quiet bits in between all belong here.