February 13, 2019
Long Bien in winter afternoon
On the afternoon of 05 Feb 2019, Hope Photography was founded but had no name...
Perhaps this is one of my oldest photos, I took it when I went to Hai Ly village on 30 April 2016. I still remember feeling excited when I had my first trip with my first DSLR camera, 1100d. I spent a lot of time doing configuration params and remembering the meaning of params. Finally, I had this photo after so many failures. it was so right, so innocent and so joy.
This kid is a member of my brother-in-law’s family. Sometimes, I think about the relationship between my sister and my brother-in-law, it’s so lovely. Seven years ago, my sister could not access internet in her room, so she went downstairs to look for help and then she met her husband (now). My sister-brother and I become good friends with my brother-in-law and his brothers for seven years. My sister and her husband were falling in love 6 years ago and got married 5 years later. Currently, they had an adorable daughter and she born under the auspices of The Dog (Oriental culture). I believe that LOVE (God) is always with their love, their family, their life…
It is miracle and I can not explain with the logician. I only know that: “oh God, because of you!”
Here is my Mom, I took this picture on Tet holiday 2017. I was so excited and brought my camera (a body and three lenses), my tripod. I plan to go somewhere and take some shoot with my camera but I just took some photo around my house and my church.
My mom is a traditional woman but she is also decisive and strong. When my mom and my dad got married, someone thought that Lan (my mom’s last name) would be sad because Mộc (my dad’s last name) is tempered and he is one of the loudest men in my village, his students are afraid of him. But my mom said that during 30 years of marriage, he never ever beat her, he might speak loudly sometimes but he never used offensive words in talk with my mom. People know their imperfection but they need to RESPECT each other. My mother respects my dad’s uprightness and he respects her humility.
Perhaps, one of the most beautiful things that I learned from my mom was humility. You need be humility to love more. You need to be humility to accept people’s imperfection. I am similar in appearance and personality to my dad. I don’t know that I will get married to a woman who is similar in personality to my mom or is not, I don’t know my vocation but I am so lucky to have my mom as my teacher in my life.
I was born in a small village, it is called Bồ Hưng. There are a small group of Catholic in my village and that group contains about 40 people in 2018. Perhaps, because I grow up in the district that has many small groups of Catholic people so I
Currently, I am 24 (2018), I still remember when I was a child I smell the wood inside the church and sometimes I were scared of feeling sitting alone in the church at 12 A.M
And the day came when the church was wrecked, people build a new church that is cleaner and stronger. It was difficult for us to build a new church because we were a poor group of Catholic people. Every time I go hometown, my parent always tell me some story about finding the funding, people rode bike 20km to Nam Định province, then rode the bike to Thái Bình province, …. There were places where people did not have money so they gave rice bag to my mom, It was so difficult to ride the bike with big rice bag and It was strong wind and sometimes my mom must climb up. There are places where people invited to lunch and the relationship is still kept until today. It is precious … I often go to “the room” – a room for meeting and practicing singing – to see the list of benefactors who supported church construction, perhaps I don’t want to forget anyone in my life and sometimes I scare of feeling forgetting those people.
In 2017 – after more than 16 years church was built – I went to Thiện Mỹ parish, Nam Định province to survey for “hope bookcases” (Tủ sách Hy vọng) with FX club, I had the opportunity to meet Father who looked after my parish and Father asked: “when will the church be inaugurated?” Oh, when will God give “party” to our small parish? …