Total immersion Tracey, your writing is wonderful. Your whole life is there, your soul and your love of the people; their joy, their grief, their friendship, their hardship.
From a grey-haired -nomad
sounds Thanks for the sounds--the sea (I miss my ocean in these traveling days), Thomas Tallis (he's only on my IPOD, not in South American concerts) and the sound of your poetry/voice. How great to return to a place of happy memories.
I'm not sure what happened to my comment =P ...I was saying that I don't like the rain, but you have beautifully written about it that I wan't it just this moment! :)
Royalties Hello Tracey.
I am writing this note-lett on the advice of my solicitors. They assure me that any monies earned from my hard graft in my (albeit rain-soaked) garden via the medium of photo, prose, poem, dance, mime, or song, will earn a "nice slice of the pie (arkwrights or otherwise)" for my good self.
I did enjoy reading your blog and the photographs, as always, were the highlight for me.
Please forward 35% of all royalties to -
Ben
The Hedge
Cromford Hill Gutter
Down-and-outs-ville
and ensure the money is wrapped tightly in a plastic bag.
Your word descriptions are wonderful It is so easy to feel what you are experiencing. Things can become clear in a good rain. Everything is fresh and new.
Singing in the rain Beautifully written as ever, Tracy. There is indeed much happiness in the rain, that pitter-patter on the walls of the tent (or roof of the motorhome in our case), sweeping away the dust that binds the mind and that wonderful sense of security within it.
Keep writing for us.
David
Labrang Thanks for going back to write about your trip to China, Tibet and Nepal. My parents were married in Labrang on January 11, 1949. I wanted to take my 88 year old mother (my father having passed away) back to Labrang in May 2009, but it was closed to foreigners at the time. Instead I took her, my sister, and son to Lanzhou and then to Minxian, just east of Labrang where my parents lived until May 1949 when they had to evacuate ahead of the Red Army. I wrote about the trip on my travelblog. When my Dad was still alive, he started visiting the Tibetan communities in Djarleeing, Nepal, and Ladahk (and even Switzerland) and made many friends. He even met with the Dali Lama. He was able to visit Lhasa in 1984 (overland from Nepal) and 1986 (overland from Beijing), before he passed away in 1988. I will be blogging about their time in China and our subsequent travels as soon as I dig out the pictures and slides from boxes in the garage...which is freezing cold right now, but spring is just around the corner.
Thanks for your blogs. Hi Tracey,
I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy reading your blogs. I 'found'you right at the end of your trip and am really glad that you're still writing. You have a special way of looking at the world, that resonates with me.
Take care, Tracey.
thanks for your comment. I used to go to Art School at Psalter Lane (sadly no longer here) in Sheffield and I used to make films - not very good films I may hastily add but it does change the way you see things.
There's nothing like home! I look forward to your blogs about finding yourself at home. After your blogs about Suzhou I felt that finding any other home would be disloyal, but I realize that your real home is back in England. So introduce us to your first love. And maybe you can get around to blogging about your trip to Tibet. My family has a special connection to Tibet, which I hope to blog about once I digitize my Dad's pictures.
photo shoot christelle, these photos are mine. the professional ones are really good. the company is the one at the end of Pingjiang Lu on the left as you are almost out - I can't remember the name but you'll find it. There are about 3 on this lane though - they all do the same job
Keep Smiling
Mike Fossey
Riveting...
...as always.