Finding Wisdom, Courage and Grace on the road less traveled.
This is an oldie, but a goodie. Taken in November 08 during a trip to China with JS. Hong Kong is a fusion of British influences and Chinese history. The food is magnificent: fresh razor clams, garlic crabs, fish noodles. We spoiled ourselves with foot massages and explored the chaos of Kowloon markets. Such a great place if you’re traveling with someone who is as open and relaxed as you. I miss it.
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Mom and I were having dinner at the cafe right near this valley. I guess the ferry from Capri had just docked and everyone was walking back to the main town. Hundreds of people. The crowd slowly snaked their way up the town walls and I took a shot.
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We were cleaning out my closet last week and low and behold – I had 40 pairs of shoes in there!
My favourite: the space-boot on the left. I had to wear it when I thought I broke my ankle last summer. I got hit on in that boot, on my way out of the Notting Hill Carnival chaos that had taken over my street. The guy said that he appreciated how I matched my outfit to blend with the boot. I thought: “Why, thank you! I get that (fashion sense) from my mother.”
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This was taken in Shunt – one of my all-time favourite venues anywhere. It’s beautiful, well lit and tucked away under London Bridge. Sometimes there’s great music, other times a fantastic exhibit. It’s the perfect place to sit in a dark corner, drink wine and chat away with good friends.
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Dubrovnik, Croatia
May 2009
Every sock was paired with its twin! We couldn’t help but laugh when we walked under this.
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Baisha Old Town – Yunnan China
November 2008
This is one of my favourite pictures of all time. Many people can’t understand why. To me, it embodies everything that is precious about travel: the opportunity to witness the abnormal.
J and I were walking through Baisha Old Town, after having spent a few days in Lijiang. Baisha is like a poor Chinese version of a Western ghost town you’d see in an American movie: dusty, quiet, eerily deserted barring a few hippie tourists wearing rainbow t-shirts and dreadlocks. The center of town was tiny – with a handful of restaurants advertising yak meat and one cultural band in a storefront playing traditional music.
I caught a glimpse of the pig’s head sitting in the back of a tuk tuk as we walked down the main road. It was magnificent. I marveled at how beautifully cross-sectioned it was! You could see the esophagus! And the hairs on its ears! I snapped one picture and suddenly felt self conscious. Locals were staring at me. I didn’t want to offend anyone. I had paid no attention to the band or the other tourist promotions and instead marveled at the discarded meat. I hoped they didn’t think I was making a freak show of their daily life. If I’d had the chance, I’d have examined it some more – touched it, smelled it, taken a picture of its face!!
Taken out of context, the pig’s head is weird – strangely morbid. But when else are you going to see something so beautifully fresh, perfectly framed and so shockingly normal and abnormal all at once in your daily life?! Never!
The crazy strange images are what count.
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Hi there! I'm Denise. I share my name with Dionysia, the Greek god of wine, pleasure and joy. I'm a photographer, writer, marketer vagabond. I take photographs of enchanted places and the people seduced by them. This blog is an account of the wisdom, joy and grace that I've encountered along the way, and a place where I showcase some of my favourite photographs.
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