#63: Love comes from photography and blog….

Posted: May 3, 2010 
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Since I started writing blog, I have always known that:  BLOG HAS POWER. Great power!!! If Internet could change the world and were popularized faster than any other civilized inventions, then people who know HOW TO USE IT, will gain power for their own.

While other people could travel the world and experience life with their wealth or beauty, I could do the same thing with just my blog – since I have no money and no beauty!

And not to mention traveling, earning some little money, experiencing people and making friends with interesting people…There’s one thing that makes it the most wonderful thing: Calling for helps. Helps for yourself, and helps for other people!

Usually I’d like to do things in my own ways. Even if that is to show my love to people /things or to help them … and some understands me quite well!

Along my journeys, there will be places I want to go back and people I want to meet again. And among these, some needs help that I would like to do something so much, even what I do would be very little. But in some moments, my helps bring joys to them, to me, and to those who would like to join me.

Mostly, photos are my gifts to people. I love to take and give photos to those I love, and to those I want to love.  There are people who would live till the day they die without having any photos taken.  Like the people in the story below here. This hurts me. So took photos for them, I wrote blog, I called for help.  And I will do the same thing in the future.  And in the future, I will have more than just photos to give. I will have more, I don’t know what they are at the moment. But there will be!

Somedays ago, I wrote a Vietnamese blog, calling for people to help me bringing photos as gifts to a village called Hoa Van, located in Da Nang city. A place for people who are affected with leprosy disease. The village is almost isolated with outside world and the transportation is rough. But it is…simply beautiful. I came here during my trip to my homeland two months ago. I took photos for people here and I promised: I will bring the photos back. And I must keep it! Not only I will give them the portraits, but the photos of beauty there. I know there are people will stick here forever, they can not climb up or are healthy enough to see how beautiful their place is!

On the way there:

The village looks from above:

My beautiful noon:

My most emotional lunch they cooked for me. In order to have such a noodle soup bag. Perhaps they must climb up the hill, walk hours and take motor bikes 30km to the city to purchase.

How peaceful and beautiful here:

The kids, who are children or grandchildren of the patients. They are now no longer effected by the disease. This disease is now completely cured. Some more years, these kids will go to the city to study for junior high schools, then colleges, then find some jobs… Perhaps they will not come back to live here anymore. The village is getting smaller, older. It will be gone some days…

I am glad – these people have the photos today. I am sure they are looking at the photos right now, on the wall of their empty rooms!

The kitchen:

The lovely cook:

A patient. He did not like me taking photos. But then seeing the photos from the LCD of the camera. He changed his mind, he called me when I was ready to leave. That he wanted a picture. And he already dressed up to his BEST suits.

Since I am so far away, I cannot bring the photos by myself, so I called on my blog, I asked people to come, not because to bring my photos, but to visit, do some little helps, bring some gifts and have fun with the poor villagers.

And just in three days since I wrote that entry: The photos had been framed and hung on their walls. The village had a wonderful Labor day with wonderful strangers – strangers come from my blog…

This next entry is from a girl who came to the village on that day bringing my photos and her own gifts. There’s another one written in Vietnamese by another girl who was her company to the village. They both came home with enthusiastic, pride and happiness. I have never met her before, but I knew: from now on, I have a new friend. And I am also very surprised with her well-written English!

Please move on to my next entry!