5 am: Well Before Dawn
Our local guide, Shao-Mei, suggested that we would find value in getting out of the hotel and taking a walk down the road, past the farming plots, in the early morning hours. I was out quite early, 45 minutes before sunrise, and here is some of what I saw. farm sheds loomed in the darkness, their grafitti emblazoned walls burst out, momentarily defined in the lightning of my flash. The friendly, but puzzled farmers thought I was crazy to take pictures of them, in the darkness.
I saw an elderly lady carrying two baskets of bokchoy on a shoulder pole. Attempting to give her a hand, loading the baskets onto her bicycle, I was startled to find that each basket contained at least sixty pounds of vegetables.I felt a bit foolish struggling with the greenery, while she easily shifted an equivalent load onto her groaning bicycle pick-up truck. She smiled a shy ¨谢谢¨(¨Xìe Xìe¨), and then pedaled off into the darkness. |
photo © Lance Nevard |
photo © L Nevard
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I think I gave her plenty to talk about at the market, that morning.
As I walked down the edge of the road, toward the heart of Guilin, the quiet was startling. Although there were dozens of people making their way through the darkness, all I could hear were the sound of rubber soles tapping the road and sharp knives cutting crisp vegetables. The whir of a bicycle chain, and the occasional soft murmer of voices, in the night, sometimes slipped through.
As dawn`s first glow lightened the sky, I was startled to see the amazingly small farm plots that feed the people of China, such as those you can see in the image below.
- LN |