My imperfections, my treasures

I'm Minna Cheng, a portrait photographer from Guangzhou, China, now living in Brisbane.Since 2017, I've been taking personalized photos for nearly 300 Chinese women. Among them are interior designer, novelist who’ve won the Lu Xun Literature Prize, diving instructor, PhD supervisor, fashion designers, illustrators...And many more women who may seem ordinary at first glance but are uniquely bright and extraordinary in their own ways.I aim to capture natural, lively, emotional, and enduring images for them. I don't use Photoshop to touch up the photos. I want modern women to feel good about themselves and see their unique charm.Through photography, I accompany them on their journey to becoming independent, warm, brave, confident, and fulfilled women.If you're open to a non-Photoshop approach to photography, looking forward to meeting you and capturing authentic beauty together.

Like a firework, shining with all my life.

Seasons change, yet my mountains and seas always remain

For a fleeting moment, I was a part of your world.

Stories remain untold, left for time to whisper.

Free from the world’s chaos, I keep my stillness.

With a clear heart, every step creates light.

Through time and light, the world unfolds in her gaze

When you came, I didn’t lose love—it grew.

Walking away, as the rain washes yesterday.

The barren road leads to stunning views.

Under fierce sunlight, her gaze stays soft.

Unfinished, unresolved, yet not a necessity

In the dance of the wind, the spirit reveals its wings.

Amid the fading light, a whisper from the heart lingers

Lightened by awakening, driven by courage.

A quiet smile reaches the depths of the soul.

Pauses at a breath, lingers in the air.

Through every twist, take my way to keep on

Time weathers all, yet something's still there.

The world pushes, I choose to exist, not conform.

On a solitary planet, soaring a thousand miles.

Through a twist of fate, we are bound to meet.

Be my own light, bloom from my heart

Come, through my eyes, from my angles.

Run to your light. Rise to your mountain.

As honest as sunshine, as pure as the sky

By time’s river, being a silent watcher.

If life has to crack, let a flower bloom here.

One thought blooms, and a thousand arise.

when she was a chlid, when mum was young

The whispers of time, the dancing of light.

Transcending the Mountains, Beyond the World

Life may dim, yet glimmers always remain.

Thought it would come late, yet it fades away instead.

Embraced by twilight winds, a life of quiet grace.

Following my heart, reach for stars

Thank you, time, once jagged reefs are now soft sands.

Neither fiery nor cool, just a touch of true

Dirty hands don’t matter, You’re purer than the world.

her story, our stories

Being light and shadow, being time and poetry.

Then, young and beautiful. Years later, even more so.

Before seeing the world, don't forget to see yourself

To live sparkling, stride bold.

Silent heart speaks not, seasons wane and flourish

That's the silence of wind, the roar of heart

In memory, the youth, the eternal summer

Once I believe, wonders arise.

All is well， nothing more

If meet again, how to respond? With silence. With life

Unfinished, unclear, unknowable

Nobody is outside, just be your true self

Half with brightness, melting half of sorrow

It's time, not later, not earlier

In spring's call, a new life's thrall

Deserve to be cherished, do you really cherish?

Let it be, be better.

Lighting my heart, brightening souls with art

In world's will, be a youthful seer

to see, to walk, to soar

Define courage in my own way

Life may be hard, yet warmth sure resides in our hearts

Emotions unspoken, through melodies, we're conversing

Stories untold, memories unfold

Through your black eyes, seeing the shining stars

In twilight's grace, galaxies sway, joy's eternal stay.

Life's shadows may loom, meanwhile glimmers bloom

May my life be like feathers, light yet resilient

What can time take away? let it flow

In life's toil, my heart dances lightly

Just occasionally

Will firm to be me, no place for modesty

I hold no illusions of the world, nor do I fluster

Beneath sunlight's glow, my youth's flower doth grow

Illumination needless, I shine faintly

Upon the eve, post Kamakura's fireworks fair

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