Alice in Greece
I found myself in one of the narrow stone paved streets in Mykonos, Greece, with my name, Alice, staring down at me from its display over the clothing shop. I was on a photo shooting trip for 15 days, spread out in Athens, Mykonos and Santorini, the abode of the gods.
In truth, I was cut off from the rest of my group that day, and. like a lost kite, had gone to a bit of my own sky. I was shooting this image of my name in the narrow street, vying with the walls for a bit of wide-angle. The widest angle lens I had was in my suitcase. That is lesson number two - to bring your lenses no matter how heavy; lesson number one is when you are lost, make full use of the quiet time away from the constant chatting with the group, getting and giving opinions on everything in sight.
I had wanted to zoom in close, standing perhaps a bit too precariously on the uneven stone steps. A voice from across the street said in Chinese Mandarin, "Do be careful, don't trip!" A Scottish lad had married a Chinese girl from Taiwan and had learned to speak both Mandarin and Taiwanese Fujian like a native speaker. Bravo! Here I was, I thought, Alice in Greece, having a little conversation in Mandarin with a blue eye blond hair Scotsman. It is the twenty-first century. I wonder what he would have thought if I had wanted a picture of him with me in my camera, but it's not my style.
So, here's half of the 'picture,' my name only, to remind me of the fascinating Alice In Wonderland moment - not every day do I hear a westerner speak to me in perfect Chinese Mandarin as well as Fujian dialect like he was a native son of China. This moment has been etched in my memory and my memory card. This is more like my style, whatever it is.
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