Tag: rain
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Pingyao moments~
Pingyao, an ancient town in the Shanxi province of China, completely walled, preserved and authentic looking, is home to the yearly Pingyao photography festival where thousands of photographer meet. I visited for 3 days as 2 of my photographs were curated and included in a show there and during the last 2 days, it rained…
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Life in the old lanes~ Shanghai
Behind and right next door to the glitz and glamour of Shanghai, real people live their real lives in the old lanes. The first shock you get walking through the very old parts of town is the extreme narrowness of the alleys and the very small size of the overcrowded rooms people call home. It…
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Is growth a one-way street?
In a life where we rush from the days of our childhood to gather information and knowledge that we believe will help us grow, many of us end up facing an awakening later along the way. The truth that we seek so desperately appears to be much simpler than we had projected it to be.…
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after all the rain
after all the rain, originally uploaded by ~mimo~. sometimes nature strikes me in the strangest of ways… Via Flickr: odc~ leaning (Facebook)(Blog)(Twitter)
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Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight, January 15, 2012
I love how the city looks in the rain. The streets reflect the lights on black asphalt, the cars and bikes are covered with drops and they glow, and at night everything is shiny. And then there are the umbrellas, whoever invented them had a great sense of elegance. They look so romantic popping around…
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Day Three Hundred Twenty, December 8, 2011
On a very early morning walk today, it was drizzling, fresh drops from a grey blanketed sky, the breeze was still catching its breath and getting ready to exhale later in the day, it was the time of morning magic. Soon winter will paint over everything with a muted canvas of grays, browns and whites,…
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Day Three Hundred, November 19, 2011
Fall, autumn, the time of separation, of big changes, of getting ready to go huddle indoors, and the time of little deaths. We get inspired and uplifted looking at the leaves changing color in the fall because it is just too overwhelmingly beautiful to witness. So death must have a beauty in itself like all…
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Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven, November 5, 2011
I once heard a story about a man who hated the rain. This man’s mood and emotional state were completely influenced by the presence of absence of water falling from the sky. So he once had a great job interview coming up and he had prepared himself for days and weeks to be at his…
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Day Two Hundred Eighty Four, November 2, 2011
When it rains, something magical happens in a big city. People begin to notice each other and to feel a touch more human. I think it has something to do with being together against a threat of some kind. I grew up in Lebanon during the war and I remember that each time there was…