All over Asia where Buddhism abounds, the saffron color pops up worn by monks to symbolize their simplicity and detachment from materialism. They always look amazing in photographs and they are so kind to humor tourists and photographers.
I do have a passion about diving into the records of the past. The wealth of impressions in historical artifacts is too great to ignore, it is awe-inspiring, magnificent and a perfect playground for mystery dreaming.
Why did the ancients record important events so meticulously on reliefs, on temple walls, on pyramids, on tombs, on cave walls, on rocks, on cathedrals and on anything that seemed durable and fit to last a very long time. Did they have a significant message to pass on to future generations? Was the information so important that they found it necessary to assign skilled artists to work on the recording of it for years and years?
And if this is the case, isn’t it frightening that whatever we have to say today, we are recording digitally and virtually? Wouldn’t it be disastrous if all modern digital media were to fail setting us back years with nothing to physical to hang on to? I mean if all the digital manuals were to be lost, how would we explain the design of an airplane, a computer or a microwave to a future generation?
Just some thoughts on a quiet Sunday morning in Shanghai…
Upon meeting the Khmer temples of Cambodia for the first time and walking between their columns and galleries, I felt as though time had become elastic, no longer confined to my usual linear perception of it…
Angkor Wat, the largest Hindu temple in the world, now a Buddhist temple, still in use religiously, haunting with its beauty, strange with its sense of mystery, is a sight to behold. The sense of majesty of this temple points to a religious dedication and an elaborate vision that is so unique. It was always a dream of mine to visit Cambodia and stand where I finally stood to take this photograph, and the experience was even more impressive than I could imagine all those years.