Over the years visiting the temple of my childhood on the first day of Lunar New Year has gained significance for me.
The familiar aroma of incense, dancing flames from red candles, bold calligraphy in red or gold welcome me.
And despite their silence, the temple guardians painted on red doors tell me I’m home.
Relating to things is easier than relating to people for me because the former encourages contemplation while the latter depends on listening skills of both parties.
With people, I have to tread cautiously lest any comment or question on my part sow the seed of discord or open a floodgate of criticisms and complaints.
Perhaps that is one of the reasons why taking pictures to capture moments of affection whether it’s with a door, a tree or a human being mean so much to me.