Tag: alley
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Day 27~ September 27th~ Tuscany
Have you ever been so in love that you wanted to shout it to the whole world and scribble it on every surface, carve it on every tree and note it in every diary? Isn’t it the greatest gift of all to feel that at least once in your life?
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Hold back the future please~
Don’t you sometimes wish that our children could live in their age of innocence a bit longer? To stay protected from sarcasm a few more years? To remain connected to what created them a little while longer?
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Day 3~ July 3rd~ Vietnam
Behind the facade of every city is the part where real life happens. In Asia, these are the little alleys. Exploring these narrow streets and peeking at the daily acts of living that make up what a culture is about, making eye contact with the locals, having simple conversations, exchanging smiles, glances, sometimes giggles, being…
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Day 25~ June 25th~ Xinjiang
For these children their alley will soon become a distant memory… We often go back to the places where we grew up and most of us find ourselves surprised at how much smaller they look, how much our imagination added to them over the years, how developed they look or how abandoned. For the children…
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Day 21~ June 21st~ Xinjiang
More than two thirds of the old city of Kashgar has been demolished and the rest doomed to follow shortly… I met this girl in one of the narrow alleys of what is left of the old city as she stood framed by her old family door. Old decorated wooden doors are considered a family…
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Day 18~ June 18th~ Xinjiang
Houses were built so that we may hide behind their windows and doors… The old city of Kashgar is a maze of old narrow alleys, meandering around and around, some leading to the city center, others ending with stone walls that bar your entry. I was told that the cobble stones in the alley are…
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Day 17~ June 17th~ Xinjiang
In the streets of old Kashgar I met so many children, playful, joyful, running here and there, but not this little boy. I had some candy in my pocket that I offered him and he just stood there looking at me then down at his shoes, then at me again until he summoned the courage…
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Day Three Hundred Sixty, January 17, 2012
I used to live in New York City and always thought: too many people, too little space, overcrowded, claustrophobic. And then I moved to China. It is quite difficult to describe in words and even in photos the amount of space people have to fit their lives inside of in a city like Shanghai. It…
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Day Two Hundred Ninety Six, November 14, 2011
I remember being 20 and feeling completely immortal. I always felt that death is a far away journey an the reaper did not have my number and had no plans for me. And then years passed and I started feeling the idea of mortality creeping closer. I wonder what it would feel like being on…
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Day Two Hundred Sixty Six, October 15, 2011
We are born, we live, we journey through life from event to event, we witness other travelers arriving, others leaving, we wonder where they came from, where are they going to, we search history books, we seek religion, we question science, we hope to hear any truth, any certainty from a wise sage, we pray…