I’m spending the night with my grandma and grandpa, so naturally I’m making them my POTD.
I can’t imagine everything they’ve seen and experienced in the past 80+ years. What do you think things will be like when we’re that age?
I went to Seattle last night to prepare for a Tuesday morning meeting. To celebrate the success of my travels, I met my good friend Amy for lunch. We decided after lunch to catch up overlooking the Seattle skyline. This is where Reno comes in.
Amy is pretty outgoing and said hi to some homeless people in the park. This guy, Reno, asked me to take his photo. In the five minutes I spent taking his photo, I learned all about his home, his travels and his friends. Interesting, to say the least. I asked Reno for his email address, but since he’s “always traveling” it’s hard to send stuff.
If I end up in Seattle this summer I will probably do a photo project focusing on the homeless. Their faces tell an amazing story.
This man seemed eager for me to take his photo. I took several shots, because with a face like that I want my picture perfect. I’m guessing this man is my grandpa’s age. Can you imagine what this man saw in his lifetime? If he’s as old as I think, he saw World War Two, the establishment of the People’s Republic of New China, the leadership of Mao, the invention of the television, phone and internet, the Tian’anmen Square massacre, and the Beijing 2008 Olympics. Now that is change.
Do you ever wonder what life will be like when we’re old? I mean what could they possibly invent? Do you think we’ll see World War Three? I often think about these things. Time goes by so fast. Things are always changing.
Last night I pulled an all-nighter. I blame it on the lightning, packing, and/or overall excitement of coming home. Either way, I got zero hours of sleep. Around 5, the sun started to creep up. Wide awake and almost packed, I did the obvious. I grabbed my camera and went for a walk. How can I turn down perfect lighting?
At this hour the streets are empty. Only old people and those running errands are awake. It’s an erie feeling to have a city of 20 million asleep. I’m used to getting stared at, but something about being awake so early took it to a whole new level. Everywhere I went people stared. Tough. It got to the point where I started saying good morning to everyone. This surprised people. Not only is an American awake at 5 am, but she also speaks Chinese. It made it easy to talk to people, and as a result I got some amazing photos.
If I’d known the opportunities of early morning photographs, I might’ve pulled all-nighters more often. It’s mornings like this I know I won’t experience in the States. Breathe. Relax. Take it in.
On my morning walk to work Chinese people bombarded me for photos, this man being one of them. I had my camera around my neck he came up to me asking if I would take his photo. Unusual, because most people hate when I take their picture. I knew with a willing subject I would be able to snap a POTD.
This guy posed with sunglasses, without sunglasses, smoking, not smoking, against a tree and against a sign. It wasn’t until he got out his phone (note it’s an iPhone!) that I snapped this great candid shot. He took a few pictures of me with his iPhone. Two other girls asked for pictures as well.
I’m going to miss having my photo taken all the time. Seriously, I don’t know what the minorities are complaining about. It’s fun to be different. (cue angry political rants now)
At this time in one week I will be on my way back to the States!
Tonight after a looong day of work I decided to go to my favorite funky restaurant. These people know me by name and order. They’ve stopped asking “to go?” because they know the answer is always “yes.”
It’s starting to sink in that I’m actually coming home in ten days. This will be my last meal at the dive restaurant. I told Oi Lin Ping and Wang Yue (the two ladies who work there) that I leave next week. They asked when I will come back to China, what the weather is like at home and why I’m so skinny. Actually Oi Lin Ping (the lady pictured) always tells me I’m skinny. Love her. Then she tells Wang Yue she’s fat, to which I always reply “she is not fat, she is beautiful!”
I finally convinced the ladies to let me take their pictures since I am leaving soon. They tried to protest, but I gave them a sad face, which rarely works in China. Luckily I snapped this picture so I can always remember the happy ladies of the “No Name Side Street Restaurant.”
I really wanted a photo of this old woman’s face, but since she wouldn’t allow it I “took a picture of her dog” instead. In China, the government forces you to retire at 55 years old. As a result, old people sit around with their friends and pets all day.
Have you ever noticed that people tend to look like their pets? Can you imagine not working from 55 until the day you die!?