Tag: portrait
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Day 26~ June 26th~ Xinjiang
Behind her pink window, she sat, she looked, she watched, she felt safe, she followed me with her eyes, she questioned me with her mind, and she half smiled when I waved goodbye.
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Day 24~ June 24th~ Xinjiang
What is it that really looks out of the eyes of children? Do we know what we are dismissing when tell a child to just run along as they ask us some difficult questions? What is asking those questions? Aren’t children carrying the beacon of the future? If we dismiss them, aren’t we gambling with…
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Day 22~ June 22nd~ Xinjiang
One hour from Kashgar, along the old silk road and just before the start of the Karakoram highway, lies a small village called “Opal”. In the middle of the hustle of the village market, the busy bread stalls, the people milling around and moving goods from place to place, I saw this pretty woman with…
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Day 20~ June 20th~ Xinjiang
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…
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Day 19~ June 19th~ Xinjiang
A dew drop on a fresh flower petal at dawn radiates a beauty beyond anything we humans can create… The concept of beauty is a funny one. What is considered beautiful in one culture can be completely unattractive in another. In China where we live, big noses are considered attractive, while tan skin is not,…
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Day 17~ June 17th~ Xinjiang
In the streets of old Kashgar I met so many children, playful, joyful, running here and there, but not this little boy. I had some candy in my pocket that I offered him and he just stood there looking at me then down at his shoes, then at me again until he summoned the courage…
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Day 14~ June 14th~ Xinjiang
Dignity, the respect of self, living with total agreement and settlement to one’s self selected principles… These are some of the impressions I took with me from Xinjiang and its people. They are custodians of some qualities that are very rapidly becoming lost to our modern world. To be able to go back to basics,…
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Day 13~ June 13th~ Xinjiang
On the high mountains, you become an intimate friend of suns, stars and planets… Up there in towns like Tashkurgan, people know what stars move in the night sky, what the sun is up to in his travels during the day and what kind of weather that will bring the next days and weeks. The…
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Day 12~ June 12th~ Xinjiang
As children run wild, they carry with them the giggling essences of the land, rivers and mountains… Tashkurgan, a gem of a city, surrounded by golden grasslands, snow capped Pamir mountains, streams, expansive skies and filled with friendly Tajik people who welcome a traveler with bright smiles as they always have when their city was…
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Day 11~ June 11th~ Xinjiang
Those who have little often are the ones who give selflessly… This is so true of nomadic people all over the world. Hospitality is part of who they are as people and they are known to welcome their guest by offering them the best of the little that they have. It is an insult to…