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Morning Coffee Talk~ 4/365

Good morning to you wherever you are. 

This early morning I woke up thinking about home. I have been asked several times, having led a semi-nomadic life : ‘where is home?’. Each time I scan the places where I had laid down roots and New York City lights up like a star in a clear night’s sky. 

New York was home to me from 1987 to 2002 and those years gifted me with self discovery, friends that are still friends today, invaluable experience and most importantly, ART.

I think home is something we carry in our hearts, in our suitcases and in the moment where we feel like ourselves the most. 

So if you ask me now where home is, I would say right here, where I am, writing this, waiting for my daughter to wake up and exchange our calendar small gifts, watching the first light appear and having a second cup of coffee. 

What is home to you?

Morning Coffee Talk~ 4/365

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Day 8~ June 8th~ Xinjiang

she embroiders in the sun

At an elevation of almost 3900m above sea level and close to the Pakistani border, the Kyrgyz nomadic people live in round tents called ‘yurts’ and enjoy an unbelievably clear blue sky during the dry season. They herd camels and yaks and offer the salty yak milk tea to visitors who suffer from elevation headaches. I found them to be very friendly, hospitable but extremely strong people. The sense of togetherness of their tribes allowed no intrusion from outside and they moved and thought together as a single unit with one mind. It was very fascinating to watch their behavior.

The lady photographed embroidered these colorful throws, pillows and blankets and sold them to the travelers who passed by the area and stopped at the yurts. She sat that day outside in the blazing sun surrounded by the lake, the fluffy clouds that hovered over snow-capped mountains and the great reflective waters of the karakol lake that doubled that magnificent beauty.