新年快樂 (The Year of the Sheep)

Young man ignites firecracker and runs

Young man ignites firecracker and runs

Last year at this time we experienced our first authentic Chinese New Year celebration. Unlike CNY in America, which seems to be limited to a Dragon Parade in a city’s Chinatown neighborhood, the Spring Festival celebration in China spans weeks, culminating in the loudest night of explosions anywhere outside an active war zone. This scene is on the street corner of our apartment compound, about 11 PM; the haze of smoke from burnt gunpowder made my nose and lips tingle and my eyes water. If I wasn’t already hard of hearing the explosions would have pushed me over the edge. After shooting this picture, the young man offered me a 8″ firecracker and his cigarette to light it, but I chose to keep my fingers attached to my hands.

More of the Same

Sunset over Elliott Bay

                                                                         Sunset over Elliott Bay

This winter’s El Nino has buried the Northeast in snow, frozen the Midwest and South and left those of us in the Pacific Northwest basking in warm, dry days. We have had so many ridiculously beautiful sunsets that they are beginning to blur together.

One Year Ago

Old woman sells small wooden toys in Hanoi park.

Old woman sells small wooden toys in Hanoi park.

One year ago, Melinda and I flew to Hanoi for Tet, the Lunar New Year. One Sunday, in the park near our small hotel, there were many vendors, mostly women, selling toys and souvenirs. This old woman was selling small wooden toys that when you moved your wrist chickens pecked up and down. At first we walked past, but decided to go back and purchase all her toys in the hope that maybe, once all her toys were gone, she could go home for the day. A young man stopped as I was attempting to pantomime what it was I wanted from the woman; I explained to him and he translated to her, although neither one initially understood that I wanted to pay ten times what she was asking for the toys (which, given the nature of the vendor/tourist relationship was already an inflated price). When the young man understood what I intended he smiled broadly and explained to the woman. She looked at me like I wasn’t in full possession of my faculties, but eventually agreed to sell me the toys. Melinda and I took the bags and walked through the park distributing them to small children (with their parent’s approval) until they were gone.

Ride Home

Evening commute.

Evening commute.

Winter in Seattle provides a great variety of weather from sunshine and blue skies to thick fog and heavy rains, sometimes all during the same day, sometimes all at the same time. Never a dull moment.