Almost two summers ago, I embarked on a remarkable trip back to the Motherland. The months prior to the trip were filled with a number of anxieties. For me, it would be a first on a number of fronts. It would be my first time on a moving vehicle that doesn’t navigate with wheels, my first time out of this country and my first time having to squat. Before the trip, I set out some goals - some obvious, some not. For one, I had (and still somewhat have) a burning desire to improve my fluency in Chinese. I also naively believed that once I was out of the States, I would have the space to breathe and figure out what I wanted out of life and work out my goals for the next 10 years.
Let’s just say in short, the latter didn’t happen. I did rock my Chinese though (most of which I’ve unfortunately forgotten by now). I had realized that whether I was home or abroad, the answers to my life questions weren’t going to appear like a blink of an eye. It would ultimately require my own initiative to get out there and seize it. As someone would tell me, I had to grab life by the "...."
Although my purpose in life wasn’t fully understood during those 3 months, I did manage to seize something else. Being abroad for 3 months, I naturally found myself presented with a number of photographic opportunities (conveniently captured here). 3000+ pictures later, I began to realized the limits of a mere point and shoot and I decided to investigate what else was out there. And where did that lead me? My D40
EXIF Data: Sony P200 and all its 7.1MP goodness