memories laced with teardrops
the spirit of winter
the unrelenting ghost of yesterday
those hands of fate
to rise above the level of lost
juggling life and its twists and turns
things can only look up from down here
preparing for a clean slate
holding up the sky
destiny waits for no one
back to basics
Sometimes life invites us into a brief interlude between the folds of time. There we see beyond the obvious, we feel more deeply and we re-evaluate our lives and where our importances lie. The past month has been just such a life changing happening and as I emerge trying to find the end of a thread I let go of, I find that a whole new selection of threads present themselves to me. I pray that I may choose wisely where to get back on the train we call destiny.
Photographs taken during the past month in Germany, Lebanon and China
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secrets in the rain~ Shanghai
once upon a rainy day~ Shanghai
fall games~ Shanghai
fall mosaics~ Shanghai
legends of the fall~ Shanghai
Every year at about the same time in November a new wind blows in Shanghai bringing with it the promise of a heartless winter to come. But there is so much to love about the way the fall forces itself on summer, not offering any apologies, simply making a bold statement, stripping the trees of their leaves, forcing us all to alertness and away from the laziness of summer warmth.
First snowfall in Shanghai ~ well second, there was one while I was away.
It only takes something like an unexpected snow fall to make at least half a city of 25 million like Shanghai smile :)
Old lane on a rainy day~ Qibao~ Shanghai
Behind and right next door to the glitz and glamour of Shanghai, real people live their real lives in the old lanes. The first shock you get walking through the very old parts of town is the extreme narrowness of the alleys and the very small size of the overcrowded rooms people call home. It is quite a wake up call that I make sure I take myself through at least once a week so as not to be fooled by the fake reality that expats tend to exist in in a place like Shanghai.
ascending~rainy day in the city
In a life where we rush from the days of our childhood to gather information and knowledge that we believe will help us grow, many of us end up facing an awakening later along the way. The truth that we seek so desperately appears to be much simpler than we had projected it to be. Maybe instead of all the baggage we carry, the books we read, the college degrees we hang on our walls, a shrinking back to basics is what is needed. Any time I had a revelation of any kind, it seemed to appear from the simplest moments in life, a raindrop, a rainbow, a flower, a walk in the forest, the smile of a child, a look in the mirror, a moment with a friend, a twinkle in an eye…
Every so often I am compelled to change gears and alter the direction of my stride and the search never ends…
once again, it's pouring rain
I love how the city looks in the rain. The streets reflect the lights on black asphalt, the cars and bikes are covered with drops and they glow, and at night everything is shiny. And then there are the umbrellas, whoever invented them had a great sense of elegance. They look so romantic popping around every corner, casting a sense of mystery about the identity of the person carrying them. Yes, the rain is always welcome into my world.
the endless rain
I once heard a story about a man who hated the rain. This man’s mood and emotional state were completely influenced by the presence of absence of water falling from the sky. So he once had a great job interview coming up and he had prepared himself for days and weeks to be at his best that morning, because more than anything he wanted to get this job that might change his life to the better. The morning of the interview he got all suited up, sprayed on a last touch of cologne and opened the door only to see his enemy facing him outside the door. Needless to say, he went to the interview reduced from his best to his worst and yes, you guessed it, he did not get the job.
I am teaching myself to love the rain, walk in the rain, shoot in the rain and am enjoying every minute of it. Bring on the endless rain!
the future under a red umbrella
The world seems to be waking up to a new dawn, a new reality, a new arrangement. One quarter of the world population lives in China and speaks Chinese. As the red dragon awakens, it spreads its wings wider and wider to cast its reddish shadow on parts of our world. Whether this is good or bad, whether we like it or dislike it, it remains an irrefutable fact. And the way of the red umbrella is discipline, repetition, dedication, an unwavering focus, a unified goal, all pushing in the same direction, which begs the question, is this the natural human way?