No, that is not the name we have chosen for Daughter. This post is really about the fruit. And China. And Christmas.
Was Santa good to you this year? Mine was. My husband gifted me an Aperture (photo editing software) class, something I’d wanted but would probably never sign up or buy for myself. The first lesson starts this week. I’ve got a really good subject in mind so I hope it works for the assignment. If it doesn’t then I should still go out and shoot it right? That is the whole idea of art I believe.
Thinking about photography, a recent purchase of persimmons reminded me of the photos I took in China more than 10 years ago (shot with a Sony Cybershot P200):
I had recently been introduced to persimmons, paying probably $1.50 or more for each in San Francisco and found them terribly exotic and delicate. Imagine my huge surprise when I arrived in An Shang (population 1700), a rural village in Shaanxi Province and discovered persimmon trees in every yard and corner. Big, bulging fruits dangling off bowed branches. Everywhere. I could have sat down and eaten a dozen if I wanted. All free-like.
China was an eye opener. I went with Global Volunteers to build a school but ended up with getting my mind expanded and heart full, as traveling abroad will do. This was also the first time I became thoughtful about my travel photography, about what I really wanted to document. I stopped taking pictures of what could be bought on a postcard and started taking pictures through my own eyes. When I am 80 and telepathically order my robot to download my virtual 2002 photo album, the image of that perfect lily pad will take me right back to happily squishing around the perimeter of the village pond. I will remember the pouring rain that halted the school’s construction, feel the smooth ma zhong tiles that clicked in my hands night after night and taste the sweet perfume of An Shang’s persimmons. That lily pad is my postcard of China.