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Beauty is everywhere.
Well, this is one of the best photos I've seen in a long time! This little girl is so cute and sweet!
March 14, 2013 at 05:55 AM
I love the bright sunlight colors and the beautiful painted design on the door.
Marty Coleman, The Napkin Dad |
March 14, 2013 at 07:08 AM
March 14, 2013 at 07:28 AM
Isn't she gorgeous! A great snap, Agnes. (I'd like a front door to my house like that.)
Ian Stewart |
March 14, 2013 at 08:22 AM
This is one of the most beautiful pictures I have ever seen! Make the most of your work trip and your travels (I know you do!) X
March 14, 2013 at 08:34 AM
It sure is.
March 14, 2013 at 08:39 AM
I am loving these photographs. You are brilliant with a camera Agnes.
linda roth |
March 14, 2013 at 10:06 AM
what a sweet thing! gorgeous bright colors!
March 14, 2013 at 11:09 AM
What a cutie! :)
The detail in the wood is incredible too!
Jemi Fraser |
March 14, 2013 at 11:25 AM
This is stunning! Fantastic photo Agnes!
Heather Landry |
March 14, 2013 at 06:16 PM
Just adorable! You have a great eye (heart and soul).
March 14, 2013 at 09:53 PM
She's precious! I love the light and color in this, too.
March 14, 2013 at 10:27 PM
What a wonderful photo. I love the vibrant colours!
Talli Roland |
March 15, 2013 at 04:23 AM
........WAAY CUTE !!!!!!
March 15, 2013 at 10:05 AM
Maybe she's finishing her lollipop before she goes out in the cold. Or maybe she's holding the door for her little brother to join her in entering the house. But what she's doing in the doorway isn't important.
What IS important is her calm. Her fearlessness. Her determination.
There's a whole wide world out there. But she knows she's the center of the universe.
That's a beautiful thing in one so young.
March 16, 2013 at 10:33 AM
How perfect is that?!
March 16, 2013 at 07:31 PM
Just too cute and adorable, Agnes! :-)
March 17, 2013 at 05:01 AM
she looks warm on cold morning. Nice door too.
March 17, 2013 at 10:33 PM
What a little cutie!
Rebecca Emin |
March 18, 2013 at 07:40 AM
Thank you all for your comments. That door is the entrance to the tiny yurt she lives in.
March 20, 2013 at 10:10 AM
You certainly captured a beautiful site here. Thanks for sharing.
Bella StyleBook |
March 21, 2013 at 06:28 PM
Hey, Agnes, I guess your comment about the dwelling's being a "yurt" means I made a bad mistake when I called it a "house."
Just for the record, I looked up the definition of "yurt" BEFORE I commented above. "Wikipedia" contains this definition:
"A yurt is a portable, bent dwelling structure traditionally used by nomads in the steppes of Central Asia." Later the "Wikipedia" article says that, "A yurt is designed to be dismantled and the parts carried compactly on camels or yaks to be rebuilt on another site. Complete construction takes around 2 hours."
I looked again at your picture of the heavy and ornate door. Then I said to myself, "Self, there's no way that door and frame are meant to be carried around on on a camel or yak. That means the structure can't be a yurt. So, what do I call it?"
After reflecting on this, Self replied: "Just call it a house."
I sure won't listen to Self in the future. That guy gets everything wrong.
In another comment elsewhere, you wrote that you're a "foreigner everywhere." I don't think so, Agnes.
I think you're a citizen of the world.
March 23, 2013 at 12:28 PM
@Rider: Rider, hi. The first yurt I've ever been to (I was 10) was huge. An older lady lived in it, in the middle of nowhere in the steppes, with her horses. The horses lived inside and she gave us horse milk to drink. Her yurt didn't have a door, it had a curtain-like entrance, fur & leather. There was nothing around but infinite space & you could see mirages in the distance. One of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. This one in the photo is a small yurt, maybe the size of my bedroom but it's got a proper door. Not sure how portable it is or isn't.
Also not sure anymore what I meant by foreigner everywhere. It's how I feel, culturally anyway. At home everywhere but not really. It's not a bad thing, I don't think.
March 23, 2013 at 02:15 PM
Your comments are always wonderful, Agnes. In this one (posted March 23rd) I vicariously experience the smell of horses in the yurt and the taste of horse milk. I experience the freedom and beauty of the steppe. I too am a world traveler, but only for a moment and only in my mind.
For that single moment when I become a faux world traveler, I understand why you always feel like a foreigner and why it's not a bad thing.
It doesn't mean you always feel out of place.
It means you want to be free.
March 24, 2013 at 11:48 AM
@Rider: Thanks for your kind comment Rider. Asian father + European mother + American passport, they mess with more than just your accent & the continued exposure to more than a singular culture makes you an insider and outsider at the same time. Some sights really take your breath away though, you neither belong nor 'non-belong'. That steppe, or the Sahara or places like that tend to put you in touch with the very core of existence in ways that cities do not. I love cities but they mold you and wrap you in a synthetic veneer, cultures do the same and that's all fine by me. But in moments like the one on the steppe you're more aware of your 'unmolded' self and relation to the rest of life. It probably doesn't make much sense, I experienced it a few times but don't usually attempt to describe it.
March 24, 2013 at 12:46 PM
Do you really think that an Asian father, a European mother, and an American passport make you different? Do you really think that they're why you're an outsider and a foreigner everywhere? They aren't. It's not a father, a mother, and a passport that make you different.
It's your intelligence, Agnes. It's shown in your words. It's shown in your thoughts. It's shown in the intensity that flashes from your eyes when you look at the camera.
It's a really good thing. Your intelligence, I mean.
Nor do a father, a mother, and a passport explain the peace you feel in the Russian steppe or in the Sahara desert. Peace is a feeling you get when there are no cities or cultures or people closing in on you. When there is no you and them. When there is no inside and outside. When there's just this oneness with the rest of the universe.
It's what I call freedom.
When writing this, I became convinced of two things, Agnes. One is that you belong here or there or wherever you want to be. Two is that you are loved everywhere.
March 25, 2013 at 11:17 PM
@Rider: I don't know what to say to that. I like your definition of freedom a lot.
March 26, 2013 at 10:30 PM
@Rider: p/s: Thank you for the compliment.
March 26, 2013 at 11:47 PM
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