The tides of the Qiantang River rise and fall each day, carrying silt that settles and reshapes the riverbed. As the water branches, swirls, and recedes, it leaves behind intricate patterns, like paintings by the greatest artist — nature.

With every tide, they emerge and fade anew. Subtle changes in wind, current, and sediment continuously rewrite their structure and direction. From above, the surface is no longer just land, but a slowly evolving canvas.

I simply try to capture these fleeting moments, record the wonderful art work of mother nature.