Tag: village
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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 6~ May 6th~ Cambodia
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” ~Confucius If there was an image that I feel could do better without words, it would be this one…
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Day 21~ February 21st~ Lebanon
At about age 5 or 6, my sister and I used to love playing house games with the neighborhood children in our village. We had an unfinished floor in our home that was still cement walls and bricks and we created our own pretend little world there. We had a basket tied to a rope…
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Day 19~ February 19~ Lebanon
I don’t think I can remember a single meal at our home in Lebanon that did not include Lebanese bread. There is a saying in Lebanon “between us is bread and salt” which means that we are friends, we are close, we are on ‘sharing life’ terms. And as a child I remember that neighbors’…
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Day one~February 1st~Lebanon
Welcome to the start of a new journey, a journey through images, words, ponders, musings, stories, and moments. I begin the first month in Lebanon, a tiny country whose heart pulses on the shores of the beautiful Mediterranea Sea, and whose veins throb with history and with tales of passion and of wars, a place…
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Day Three Hundred Thirty Eight, December 26, 2011
La Chapelle d-Abondance, a tiny village, population 700 something, located in the region of Rhône-Alpes in France was our home for 4 cozy nights. Nothing like a snow covered small village to bring all dreams of winter wonderland into reality. The soft snow, the smell of burning wood and roasting marshmallows, the powder sugar covered trees, and…
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Day Two Hundred Eight, August 18, 2011
On the river Mosel in Germany are a series of tiny villages each more charming than the other. It is the stuff of fairy tales, castles, towers, forts, cathedrals, tiny cobble stone streets, vineyards, tiny doorways, ancient ruins, green, green, green and a feeling of being stuck in the past. It made me imagine what…
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Day Ninety Nine, May 1, 2011
Do you know who you neighbor is? I have been seeing this man around our neighborhood in Shanghai for almost 5 years. He is always on on his tricycle, always smoking, always collecting bits and pieces and riding away. How many people are inside the frames of our lives that we know absolutely nothing about?…