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A mother’s spring

Dao Canh

“I will be mother’s springtime
My smiling lips are blooming buds.”

Excerpt from Em là hoa hồng nhỏ (I Am a Little Rose) by Trinh Cong Son

Spring and maternal love resonate harmoniously, kindling warm emotions and abundant affection within us all. Photographer Dao Canh reflects: “Walking amidst vast, majestic landscapes, there are moments of solitude among towering mountains and endless skies. Yet, the simple sight of a child cradled in their mother’s embrace makes love radiate everywhere. Who wouldn’t be moved by such a profoundly beautiful scene?”

Let’s join photographer Dao Canh in witnessing a mother’s love for her child—a sacred affection that harmonizes with the essence of spring along the northern mountain paths.

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