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Day 8~ October 8th~ Yunnan

The man who spoke with his hands

There once was a man who spoke with his hands, he made gestures for sounds and movements for words and together we had an unforgettable conversation~ Dayangjie~ Yunnan

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Day 20~ June 20th~ Xinjiang

The Uyghur gentleman~ Kashgar

In some parts of the world and with the older generations, being photographed is taken quite seriously. The pose and expression are premeditated in a way that wants to show the world that they are proud of who they are, and I just love that. I remember finding old portraits of my grandmother in shoeboxes where she looked so incredibly elegant, so refined, dressed in the most elegant of clothing and in my mind this is how she lives. I only met her as a very small child and I have no other recollection of her as she lived across the oceans, so these images embody the essence of how she projected herself to the world.

I asked this lovely man to photograph him outside the old teahouse in Kashgar and he agreed but asked me to wait. He positioned the chair where he wanted it, smoothed his coat and placed his folded hands across his knees and only then he gave me the signal to go ahead.

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Day 4~ June 4th~ Xinjiang

the man who wouldn’t stop smiling

The simpler the people the easier it is for them to smile…

Have you noticed how in the so-called civilized and developed countries, you end up praying for the sun to shine to get a half-smile out of people in the street? We have complicated our modern lives so much that we end up dragging ourselves around miserably with the weight of problems that we took on voluntarily. Then you meet people in developing countries whose lives are simple, whose worries, as big as they may be, are straightforward and uncomplicated so they can smile so easily from ear to ear when prompted!

When I met this man in Kashgar and tried to photograph him and talk to him with my conversational chinese and his Uyghur dialect, we just ended up standing there in the middle of midday traffic just grinning at each other like two simpletons 🙂

In me this moment lives as one of life’s precious gifts valued and not to be forgotten.

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Day One Hundred Seven, May 9, 2011

Looking beyond

We are born into this life with a huge credit, a grace period, a fuel of high energy to kick start our young life. In our young days, we are full of energy, full of enthusiasm, of a feeling of power, feeling almost immortal. We are also given free choice of what to do with this gift, where to invest it, how to manage it, spend it, waste it, grow it, give it, or simply watch it waste away. Then at some point, as we age, we begin the feel the pangs of mortality, this burst of power is not forever, our bodies are not actually invincible, and life on this planet may actually have a greater purpose. The most wonderful gift of all is the fact that at any point in our lives we are able to go shift gear and to go deeper into the search for what is beyond the seen. But how late is too late? Have we done enough to allow ourselves a sigh of satisfaction over a life well lived…

Just an early morning meaning of  life ponder.

Photo: Old man with hat and beard, Shanghai, May 9, 2011