My creative journey began with my mom. She was an art educator who encouraged me to express myself artistically. On a breezy summer's day, the waves of Busan's coastline reflected the sun in the distance as she brought out her Nikon FG camera. With calm hands and a gentle smile, she showed me the basics of photography — loading film, adjusting focus, and playing with light. I didn't get it all at once, but her patience and expertise made me appreciate the gift she passed down.

With the trusty Nikon FG, I explored all corners of Toronto during my college years. That camera wasn't just a camera to me; it was my ticket to adventure—encountering intriguing people, discovering hidden spots, and documenting standout moments I'd have taken for granted without the camera.

Time moved on, and my gear upgraded, but the spirit remained. Even though the camera now rests as a relic, its inheritance lives within me today. It's not just a tool; it reminds me to keep exploring outside my boundaries and do so joyfully.

In the world of digital everything, I find solace in looking back. The Nikon FG, worn by time and memories, connects me to a past where my mom's guidance sparked my curiosity for photography. For that, and so much more, I'll always be grateful. Thank you, Mom.