Tell Me A Store...
Monday, June 21, 2004
路过一座不起眼的土砖(adobe)屋，敞开的门洞里伸出一只手臂，在向我招呼着："come in, come in..." 走进并不宽敞的这间小屋，我看清了向我招手的是一位上了年纪的老妇人。贴着墙壁一圈摆开的，是一些手工饰物和印第安人的传统食品 - 油炸面饼。在缓慢但清晰的语调中，老人向我推销着桌上的银器，告诉我她在这个部落土生土长，是为数不多还在这个村庄里生活的老人之一。她的孩子已经离开了陶斯，闲时做些手工制品让她在这里向游人贩卖。我注意到墙上的一幅照片，是一个穿着艳丽传统服装面带微笑的妇人在炉前烤面包。“那是我年轻的时候”- 她的语调里充满自豪。
临走我买了两块奇贵无比的炸油饼。出门之际，老人跟我道别：good luck to you。
Friday, June 18, 2004
Another Day another Friday.
Peach, plant, work and coffee
The mom cat gave birth to two babies, and she named them little Ba, and little By. Together they were her little baby. :)
The little By is the weaker of the two and mom cat was constantly worried about his health and whether he would make it through the upcoming tough winter. They live in an abandoned shack. Mom cat prepared some hay under a broken bed, they were out of the elements and mom cat went out to hunt for food. Until one day...
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Story is told everywhere every hour, whenever a child is put to bed, in all kinds of languages, with all kinds of emotions, religious ones, scary ones, fluffy ones...
So tell me a story...a beautiful story...