people – The Simple Adventure

Shenyang Too

When the glaring white fills too many skies of our Shenyang and China days, we learn to fully appreciate the blue. Stand at the window and stare. See skyline details you’ve never seen before. Take your pink bike or sneaks out for a spin.

Do not forget that THIS is Shenyang too.

It is not just the staring, the spitting, the crazy, the chaos, the failure to understand and be understood. It is different, and that is okay. It is China, and we have accepted the privilege to live here for a time.

Shenyang is also the river, parks and greenery, locals out for the day, “hello” said from a distance, those enjoying the sunshine and shade. It is the kids who laugh, the workers who work, the riders who ride, and, yes, sometimes, even the skies that shine.

This is Shenyang too.

Fumin Bridge

Lighthouse

Purple

Umbrella

Sitting Pink

One day

Waiting

Nice Hat

Afternoon

Yeah

Another lap

Love Them

Diamond

See That

Checkers

Meditate

Walk It

Nice Garden

People of Tibet

Their eyes spoke. Their cheeks wrinkled. Mouths smiled. Their faces and bodies were full of inspiration. They made me smile and feel. They made me want to go back. Thank you, people of Tibet.

For my thoughts on each picture, simply click on it and read the description.

At the Window

Sometimes, I like to be on the outside looking in. Or rather, looking in at them while they are looking out. The window people. Those in doorways or sitting on porches. They’re looking out at the world, the start of a new day, or the end of one. They are contemplating, people watching, working things out, watching in the hope of seeing something worth seeing. They are beginning.

I am them. I stand at a window looking out at the busy streets. I am reminded of where I live, which is strange because how could I forget. I watch, contemplate, smile, wonder, and always see something worth seeing.

When I photograph a stranger at the window, I wonder what they are thinking. I invade their privacy for a brief snap, not to offend, but because they are worth seeing. If they catch me, I smile and hope they smile back. The photo may be blurry, or something else in focus. But I remember that I’m not a photographer, I’m a traveler in the moment, seeing what I see.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful,

we must carry it with us or we find it not.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson