Beauty in all things
This year, I spent my birthday in Timor Leste.
Timor Leste is all mountains and beaches, like the equivalent of Edie Sedgwick being described as “all legs.” E.g. it’s beautiful, as evidenced above. The water is transparent and beaches are bare. Mountains are lush and interesting bugs are aplenty.
Yet no one there has a pretty story. A simple google search, and you will find stories of sexual violence, massacres, extreme torture, and baby abductions. Officially, more than 40 percent live under the poverty line, though frankly it seemed like more than that. I left the country deeply saddened but in solidarity with the Timorese, all the people who fought for independence and lost loved ones in the struggle for it.
It doesn’t seem possible from the photo, right?
I did it. I did it all. And when I looked back, I realized that it was something that consumed my life for only that short time, and then was nothing at all.
This old photo was taken during my first visit to Tokyo. I remember and love all the details of the trip, even the unrelenting heat as we walked for ages to find Kappashi Dori. It’s hard to think that we were still living in different countries at that point, and were lucky to see each other twice a month.
This trio of inarizushi is so brilliant. How many hints of different ingredients can you spot? I chose this item after three or four walks around Tokyo Food Show, when my eyes were boggling from all the colors and perfection.