We’ve been in Beijing for two weeks. I had intended to already have posted more photos and updates by this time. I HAVE taken some photos and had some thoughts during this period, but the truth is that I have had a hard time making much sense of either. I’m not sure exactly why I have taken the photos I’ve taken and let other, more interesting scenes pass by; and, I’m not exactly sure why I have chosen which thoughts to explore, which to write about, and which to let pass by. I’ve often found myself bouncing back and forth between feeling isolated and feeling overwhelmed.
I immediately liked Beijing. But when Shana asked what it was that I liked I had no answer. It wasn’t love at first sight… I just liked it. Maybe it is as simple as just being here. It was a very long journey to get here and perhaps I was just happy to have landed, like reaching the beach after a long ocean voyage on a two person raft. Having no real clue about what lay ahead in the forest, at least we had arrived.
I can tell you that it wasn’t an immediate attraction to all of the people on the streets. My first impression was just that there were a lot of both people and streets. A LOT. I intend to write more on this at some point, but Beijing seemingly has an abundance of everything, including a ton of Chinese people… who knew?
I spend much of my alone time, when Shana is out doing her work, looking out the window where we set up a desk for me to paint or write or (apparently) stare out of a window. I watch people and dogs and even a few really cool black and white birds do their thing. Sometimes I think, and sometimes I don’t.
This next bit might seem intensely obvious but I don’t care: This smog business is very real and pretty scary. I won’t go into a bunch of smoggy details because you can find those elsewhere, but I will post two photos that show the difference between a smoggy day and a relatively clear one. They were taken at the same time of day, one yesterday and one today. That’s all for now, talk to you later.