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The end is another start

The end is another start

The rail seems to extend as far as we could imagine otherwise over a period of our lifetime. Some people say it symbolizes the development of the society by reducing geographical isolations while others complain that it just seemingly brings us closer and in fact tears us apart. The stories taking place on the trains are from and beyond our imagine. Passengers get on and off continuously without break, starting or ending their lives along the way. Backing home with accomplishments or heading to a new place with hopes, I could just wish our lives blossom and flourish with the whistles of the trains. While I am on the train, I always seem to become a girl of deep reflection. With thousands of paradoxical coming and going in my mind, I have finally figured out nothing and found I myself was a paradox. Gradually, I realized that there is no answer for the paradox and ambiguity of the society and we do not need any coordinated approaches to the problems. We could naturally conduct our life agreeably in any situations by keep going like a tireless train. After all, it is us who are powering it up. The end is another start. This is the most wonderful part of a trip on the train that I could expect so far, either traveling with a lover or strangers is not really...
The reality is far from that

The reality is far from that

I used to travel a lot but had yet to cross the national boundaries by the time when I was capturing the landscapes of a customs town, ZhangMu, located on the China-Tibet border. Traveling overseas seemed to be deleted from my wishlist automatically ever since I visited my Buddhist Master Tian Zhen and gradually released from the delusion of chasing happiness based on external factors. By digging increasingly deep into the philosophy of the Buddhism, I had been expected to be less attached to things otherwise than the teaching of the Buddha, however, it was not an attachment but an inherent pleasure. Fortunately, before crossing the boundary bridge between China and Nepal, I was informed that there was a declared national strike called by opposition parties in Kathmandu which was coming up in two days and would last for 3-5days, It was not yet too late for me to change my schedule at that time by jumping into my friend’s car and went back to Tibet so that I would not risk being accidentally or potentially injured by some conflicts. However,even more fortunately, I did not go away but opt to move forward all the way down to the central area of Kathmandu, and eventually relieved myself by insuring that I was much safer than I deemed. Even though the strike crippled life in Kathmandu by shutting down schools, markets and transportation according to the reports, it didn’t trouble me by any means from my first-hand experience. More often that not, there’s little if any threat when moving to a brand new place. I’m still apt to condition myself...
My Potala Girl

My Potala Girl

The shutter speed was up to 1/1250 of a second at that moment, but still not fast enough to capture her dramatic radiance. It’s very true that one can photograph the flower but not its fragrance, one can photograph the candle but not its light. Between me and her, a little Tibetan girl, I would rather say there was no camera and lens, but two pairs of eyes sparkled when looking at each other, though mine was not as bright as hers. Among all Tibetan people I once asked for permission to take a picture of them, this little girl was one of the handful willing to face my camera. In most cases, the Tibetan people politely refused my request but did not make me feel rejected at all. They were basically focusing on chanting sutras or turning the prayer wheel. They had not ignored “the little me”, but concentrated on “the great Buddha” instead. Coming back to this girl, I met her up before our departure of the holy Potala Palace. In fact, I was the last visitor to leave at that day. The guard almost lost his patience and pretended to be angry with me. Since I just knew that he would never freak out otherwise be rude to a pilgrim which I deeply believed I have been, I felt entirely comfortable and free to finish my photos with this girl. In a way, I have other chances to come back to Potala, but not to her, which makes our meet unique and precious. She was like the effulgent sun, shining through and standing behind the clouds...
Connection with A Lion King

Connection with A Lion King

“Fear of interacting with dogs? Then give it a try to connect with A Lion King.” I once asked Master Tian Zhen for some specific tips for taking the tension out of introductions and interactions between dogs and me. However, my Master did not say even a word about the possible tips to comfort me, instead, he told me that I’m not alone in my fear because the dogs can be afraid of me as well. Further, he pointed out that I cared too much about myself thus lost the inherent compassion for others which were represented by dogs in this case and that was supposed to be deemed the very true cause of my problem, the reason why I had such a low threshold for feeling of anxiety when I encountered dogs and all other animals. The problem can be magnified if I mistakenly attribute my relatively sensitive senses to a fear of dogs otherwise leave it to some unknown and unexpected reasons so that I could attain the peace for a little while. Continually, there’s a voice lingering deep in my mind: How am I ever possible expected to be A lion King if I’m a afraid A Puppy? So once again I called Master Tian Zhen for any of his instructions before a long-due vacation to Tibet in which area the dogs especially the Tibetan Mastiffs are deemed to be honorable even worshiped by some Tibetan People. Fortunately, it seemed to be a great chance for me to overcome my fear of dogs in the name of worshiping powerful deities. Would it really help? Well, I...