The Bayon, an exquisite temple of great significance. Constructed in the 12th century to face exactly east and roads lead to it directly from the gates at each of the city’s cardinal points, this Buddhist shrine still vibrates with accumulated potency. I visited it a little before sunrise and found myself alone safe for the monks that never stop praying on the grounds of the beautiful temple. Carved with great detail and attention, adorned with many stone faces, built on many intricate levels, this place is haunting and shrouded with mystery.
Light is one of the most precious gifts we are given on this planet freely. Its source is constant never missing a beat. And then the light itself is so magical, ever changing, twinkling silver at dawn, intensifying gradually till its peak time, then gradually getting into its glowing gold phase when all is still in reverence of its majesty.
As a photographer you fall passionately in love with light, you look for it, you anticipate it, you wait for it, you flirt with it, and then and only at the right moment you capture it and merge with it..
And when the moment is right, you just know it, your heart beats faster, your hand tremble and you know right there that the light has granted you the honor of being with it. It is these special moments that define the highlights of a photographer’s journey…
After many years of severe restrictions and quotas limiting work seeking migrations across provinces in China, in 2002 a new law was passed to allow migrant workers permanent residence in cities like Shanghai. They are then segregated into skilled and well off workers, or lower class workers with less pay and very modest living conditions.
This worker was so cute as I was photographing him hiding, smiling and being shy. In the end he held my hand and gave me a big smile, my reward for the day 🙂
Today was a very cold and rainy day in Shanghai, so it was an indoor day for us. A friend brought us beautiful tulips in the afternoon and they were searched very thoroughly for any sleeping fairies. One ended up sleeping in L’s room, a tulip that is, waiting for a fairy to visit at night.