This was taken last August on our road trip to Newfoundland. It is the lighthouse at Cape Spear, the easternmost point of of North America. I love that I caught the beacon!
If I were in Beijing this month, I’d definitely make a trip to the Great Wall at Mutianyu. I never tired of going there, especially in the Spring. Here’s why:
I first posted this photo to my blog ten years ago, when there were probably only a handful of readers, so I thought it would be OK to bring it back around.
One afternoon I grabbed my camera and headed downtown on my new bike to run some errands and take pictures. I ended up at the Forbidden City, one of my favorite spots in town. At the time I was taking an on-line Digital SLR photography course, and had a shooting assignment.
This wall/tower section was my destination, but I got lucky with this old man sitting against the wall soaking up the warm sunshine.
The Forbidden City was the home of Chinese emperors for 600 years, and was, in traditional Chinese thinking the center of the Middle Kingdom—the point around which all the universe rotates. Not just figuratively, but literally. The emperor was the earthly representative of Heaven (God). These massive high walls were what separated the emperor from his subjects, and were designed to remind the masses of the gulf that existed between ruler and ruled.
The man sitting against the wall captures that distance, and the smallness of the commoner in relation to the emperor. And if he’s more than 80 years old, he can remember the day when an emperor (albeit a young boy) was in residence behind those big red walls.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted this sign at a Beijing bus stop. Wait a minute, I thought…that can’t mean what I think it means.
I read the Chinese and sure enough, it was a poor translation. The wording made it clear that the hospital specializes in treating those who are having trouble becoming pregnant. It’s just the English that makes it seem like it specializes in the opposite! Me thinks they meant to say fertility hospital!
In 2005, on my second trip to the far western city of Kashgar, I spotted this odd sight in my hotel lobby. There he was, the Great Helmsman himself, sitting behind a counter of trinkets. I’m still not sure if he was for sale, or if the proprietor of the little hotel shop thought his placement there would attract customers. Either way, I had a good chuckle.
More recently, he popped up in a field in Henan Province, where some local villagers decided to build a giant statue in the middle of a field.
Is it just me, or does that statue look like it’s made out of butter? Perhaps it’s really being built for the Minnesota State Fair!
In the end, however, the statue got too much press worldwide and embarrassed the local officials, so they ordered it taken down.
As they say in China, “what a pity!”