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Monday, June 21, 2004
 
sunny day.

那是个90多华氏度的下午,疲惫的我在炽热的阳光中游荡于陶斯(Taos)部落,寻找着一千年来这个村庄沉淀下的历史。

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。

又聊了一会家常,我问老人能否给她拍张照片。“2美元”。接过我递出的纸币,老人解释她现在身体不好,主要的经济来源就是靠卖这些饰物为生了,所以让人拍照也成为她挣些外快的机会。看着她缓慢的挪动着老态的身躯,我不知道是否应上前去搀扶一把。

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。

我不知道对于这些老辈的印第安人,luck是否还能够改变什么。
Friday, June 18, 2004
 
Another Day another Friday.
Peach, plant, work and coffee
black 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
 
那夜的雨声,我还记得。说了什么话对你,却都以忘
晓梦里,满天穿梭的蝴蝶,说~~~说~~~~
这就是朝生暮死
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...

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