He Stands in the Middle of the Wheat Field

A photographer returning to her hometown vs. a taciturn forest ranger

The first time she saw him, he stood shirtless in the middle of a wheat field, bees buzzing around him. She raised her camera. He turned around, his gaze sharper than the lens. After that, she kept going back to photograph him: chopping wood, harvesting honey, sweat running down his back. He stopped avoiding her and simply said, “Go ahead and take the pictures.” Later, she put down her camera, walked into the wheat field, and stood beside him.

From then on, he was the focus of her lens, and she was the place he called home...