Most of what causes in us awe and admiration is mostly based in the simple things: air, water, clouds, light, fire, nature, and how humans interact with these simple things. Aren’t clouds magical? And reflections on water?
Colorful stilt houses on a reflective lake under white puffy clouds, a background of hills touching the sky and simple happy people navigating the waters. This creates magic and I can look at this scene again and again and be lost in its charm.
This image is but a poor attempt at capturing an awe inspiring scene and atmosphere.
Day 19 of 365
home is where you laundry hangs~ Yanghsuo~ Guilin
No matter where we go, how far we travel, there will always be a tug to go back home, to a place where we can close our door to the world and be safely alone for a moment, a place where we can hang our laundry to dry.
till soon sunny Tuscany
This posts ends the sunny photographic journey into Tuscany. It made me dream more than ever to go back to dwell in its artful charm. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
On to the next…
Posting from a trip, so please once again excuse my inability to respond until I am back home in Shanghai and near my computer.
I hope that you will follow the next month’s journey which will have an entirely different nature to this past one!
glued to the box of wonder
No matter how small the Asian home happens to be, the television takes a prime position serving as a means of escape for the family member who happens to be at home. A bridging to the rest of the world and a means of escaping into a virtual place of wonder?
Apologies for the great delay in posting this month due to travel and lack of internet connection. The next posts will come all at once.
hairdressers in Goma
I have seen again and again that despite war circumstances, no matter how tough it gets, people try to retain a sense of normalcy in their day to day life. In Congo, everyone’s hair seems to be carefully colored, styled, braided and impressive looking. I loved seeing all the different hair dressers salons around town in Goma painted with colorful murals and boasting their professional services in every neighborhood. It is a sight I keep going back to when my mind wanders back to Congo.
all is quiet
The morning after a snowstorm, when all is still…
Is it the color white? The purity of the snow? The softness of the crystal blanket?
What is it that forces us into a humble silence and a deep state of contemplation?
Is it the fact that a new canvas is set and all the past is erased?
Is it the chance at a new beginning? New footsteps in the fresh snow?