In the Beginning

…there was a bang. A perfectly plausible theory – at least in Cambodia. Those who have witnessed any of the country’s festivities know what I am talking about. Those of you who have not, just read some of my blog posts on my battle with Cambodian music and noise in general.

The second week 52F challenge starts with a bang then! Well, depending on how you interpret it, doesn't it?

I considered several options. Besides the “big bang” theory I was curious to see what the Buddhists thought of the creation of the world, of the very beginning, only to learn, with a little surprise, that they didn't  care altogether that much. So that was out of the question.

I considered spying on my neighbours while they were “at it” but the idea was quickly abolished (ew!) as well. With alarmingly rising numbers in the world population I care more for contraception than conception!

The rhetorical question of “What was first? Chicken or egg?” also crossed my mind and I did snap away one shot to experiment. I was not convinced that the final result would speak much to the audience and relay the week’s topic. 

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Star trails or star light would have also been great but the Weather Gods have decided not to show their kind face when it was needed. 

Earlier this week I was a part of the B1G1 group trip to the Cambodian countryside where a playground was being built for one of the schools there and my role was to record the event in photographs. The colourful audience kept me entertained and at one point I came across this beautiful grandmother with an enigmatic face holding a young child, watching all the commotion with bemusement and a cheeky grin. I snapped away and then chatted with them for a little while also showing them what wonderful models they both were - Cambodian people love to see their images and I like to show them the photos I have taken of them. 

Later, during the post processing process, I realised that this image actually fits the week's topic perfectly. We all enter life with a smooth face, skin like a blank page of a book where daily events, our experiences, and growing old make their mark, scar us and leave a deepening map of wrinkles; embedded record of all our  frowns, laughter  and worries. Here I have the two ends of the scale - the very beginning and the (almost) very end. 

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