It had been a strange morning, and made me think back now that it was a good prediction of the day. This was what I saw when I walked Lee to the bus stop, and by the time I left for work the Eastern sky was completely dark grey. The rain clouds had spread evenly across the sky and it started to drizzle. I looked back in my rear view mirror and saw fluffy clouds and orange hue of sunrise. It was kind of strange since the sun always rise in the East and not the Northwestern sky.
As for my day I think it is all in the attitude, my perception of things and understanding of the situation, so I think it went well. Life, work and living is not like a picnic in the park anymore, this morning sky portrayed of what is to come and to remind myself to expect the unexpected.
exif data: Canon T2i, EF 24-105mm f/4L IS USM lens, f/13 at 2.5 sec, ISO 100, 40mm, tripod mounted
This is my contribution to Scott Thomas Photography Assignment 10: Autumn 2010. I hope you will join and please check his blog post for rules and deadline.
Fall is a harvest season and below is a picture of my co-worker harvesting her rice paddy.
I read once that when the ancient Indians looked into the forest they could always tell what leaves were about to fall off the trees because they were yellow, orange or brown.
There were several religious events at our local temple in the last couple of weeks, and the only time I had the opportunity to capture the Autumn colors of yellow, orange, and brown were at these events.
The Buddhist monks also wear yellow, orange or brown robes, the traditional belief was that the color of a monk’s robe can tell you his seniority, dark color means that he is considered wise and a senior monk, very much like the colors of the leaves. So the color of the monk’s robe is very important, it is a constant reminder of the importance of not clinging and of letting go.
The ancient Indians theory is correct only if we were living in the ideal world, the leaves will fall when the time comes. But in the turbulent world that we live in, life is more fragile and with the gust of winds, rains or storms the leaves could fall before their time.
Raising a child is one of the most gratifying jobs and if Bo has anything to add to this, he would take most of the credit, but I would say it is a 50/50 percent share. I grew up with 7 sisters, and our parents never had the talk with us. I think it’s even a taboo to talk about it in the Asian culture. I know time is not on my side, my little girl is growing up and I’m not even sure how to approach the topic. This part of parenting is no longer a 50/50, the weight is on my shoulders, and perhaps the school will get to it before I do.
When I was growing up, I was a tomboy and my parents never had to worry about me, I had my face buried in a book most of the time. Lee is very much like me, she is an avid reader and has her nose in a book lately, perhaps she won’t even notice the birds and the bees. I know wishful thinking.