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PLACES TRAVELED 2011

In the midst of list season,  I deliver to you the first of far too many to come. Here is a tale told through images of places I traveled in 2011.

HANOI, VIETNAM : : FEB. 2011

The Ho Chi Minh Memorial in Hanoi

A young boy properly suited for Tet festivities

Tran Quoc Pagoda

HA LONG BAY, VIETNAM : : FEB. 2011

Local dwellings of the Bay

Giant vertical rock formations

HO CHI MINH CITY, VIETNAM : : FEB. 2011

Cathedral Notre-Dame

Soaking up the afternoon sun

Ho Chi Minh statue in front of the Peoples Committee Hall

MEKONG DELTA, VIETNAM : : FEB. 2011

A vessel of the Delta

Snake liquor for sale and a local curious fish

Coconut candy makers selling their product in the Delta

KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA : : FEB. 2011

A fellow giant, me, greetings the Petronas Towers

One of oh so many delicious plates served up in Malaysia

PENANG, MALAYSIA : : FEB. 2011

On the water, island life

A monk giving alms at a Chinese temple for the Lunar New Year celebration

Botanical garden locals

A city of temples for ranging beliefs

SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA : : 2011

Hongdae’s infamous makguelli man

Awaiting the sunrise near the sea

Fried goodness for sale near Seoul Station

Seoul Lantern Festival 2011

BUSAN, SOUTH KOREA : : JUNE 2011

Gwanggali beach

Seafood stew successfully devoured

Bidding farewell to the sun over Gwanggali

PORTLAND, OREGON : : JULY 2011

Street art spotted in NW PDX

Sweet nectar from Mecca

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS : : JULY 2011

Chicago Theatre

Skyscrapers and fields of grass

The Magnificent Mile

Meeting giant Marilyn

DES MOINES, IOWA : : JULY 2011

Iowa feels like home and these are some of the state’s finest folks and dear friends of mine.

Wall art at Big Tomato Pizza

The lovely lady Anna and I,  faces glowing in humidity

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON : : AUG. 2011

Exterior of the Seattle Art Museum

Roomies reuniting in Seattle

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA : : AUG. 2011

View of San Fran from Lombard Street

Annie Danger and I at the base of the windiest street in the world

Decor of China Town

Alcatraz sighting in the bay

Message of the Mission

MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA : : AUG. 2011

Kaili and I playing with a sculpture park illusion

Minne’s Spoon and Cherry sculpture

Bridge wisdom

CANNON BEACH, OREGON : : AUG. 2011

Sunny day at the seashore

My puppy dog, Sadie Hawkins, hiding out in the tall sea grass

NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA : : SEPT. 2011

Jackson Square

Intricate bead-work of a chief suit

Taking a shot at General Lee

Draping Oaks

NOLA pride: Abita beer and the Saints logo in the distance

Cafe Du Monde, possible location of heaven on Earth

DMZ/JSA/NORTH KOREA : : OCT. 2011

South Korean guards standing in a kill stance in the Joint Security Area between North and South Korea

The flagpole carrying the weight of the heaviest flag in the world in North Korea

Peering into another world

HONG KONG : : DEC. 2011 (COMING SOON)

For more photographs of my travels and Korean life, visit my Flickr page: http://www.flickr.com/photos/seafaringwoman/

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North America : : Portland, Oregon

I’ve always had a strange fascination with totem poles. Perhaps it’s because I’m part Native American, but, seeing as I don’t really identify with whatever portion of me is Blackfoot, I don’t really think that’s it. If I had to make a guess, I’d say it’s likely due to their size. The magnitude of their height has been something that I take comfort in; as a giant myself, I take pleasure in most things that make me feel small because it’s a feeling rarely felt by these stretched bones.

This particular totem pole is of special importance to me as it towers over a memorable spot in the city I generally refer to as my home. This monolithic figure has seen me at moments few people have; it’s witnessed moments of triumph, incredible weakness, glee and something quite close to despair.

And, at all these times it never uttered a word; obviously because it can’t. That’s part of the beauty and mystery of this place, that it knows me in such a way that very few people do. It’s an odd thing, but for me, in many ways, places are like people and this place is one I haven’t seen in years. I miss it.

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‘Sights’ is a portion of ‘Stories From Untamed Waters’ that will cover the places that have influenced me, changed me and inspired me. Check back for more images and their stories.


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Exploring the West

sunrise

Sunrise arrival in the Palm Desert

limegrapefruit

Afternoons calling for crossbred citrus fruit

palms

Skyward gazing

Pier entertainment

Pier entertainment in Santa Monica

mt.shasta

Mount Shasta at sunset

Multnomah falls

Multnomah Falls

mist

Misty moss at the falls

take me anywhere

Take me anywhere…

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Greetings from Iowa

Now that I’m cozy in my new, slightly over-priced “apartment” in the metropolis that is Des Moines, I must admit that it feels surprisingly refreshing to be back amongst the snow flurries and overly friendly folk that generally make up the population of the Midwest. Already my skin is beginning to dry, begging for intense moisturizing cream as it cracks from the harsh environment I seemingly surround myself in. My friends, those who I have re-connected with at least, are basically the same as I left them, but perhaps with a few solid drunk tales I have yet to be privy to and the notable gossipy deets about everyone and anyone. Even the cafe I worked at (and by worked at what I really mean is lived in) has remained true to form, and utterly perfect in my eyes, with the exception of some slight price increases and menu changes.

I’m not exactly one to put the state of Iowa on a pedestal (and trust me, there are those that will by simply mentioning that one movie about baseball and a field), but I will say that it feels great to be back here. My heart is oddly at ease and strangely enough I’m starting to feel as though I have made it home. Don’t tell Portland this though because it just might break her heart. So I suppose, without further ado, I say “Greetings from Iowa. You should come and visit”.

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I feel it all

I was recently conversing with a professor who told me that all great writers struggle to go home. He said that these writers spend their careers writing pieces of the Utopian home that doesn’t exist anywhere else but on paper. All of the great writers, he said, write about escaping from their homes and the impossibility of returning to it.

This is for my home, my city, the place that my green heart belongs to.


Portland, Oregon
Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks

The trees here climb up the hills and cover every inch of visible land as if they were protecting the soil from some threatening prey. Above, the sky remains a dull shade of grey that remains constant from October through April until one fine day when grey fades to blue and the sky is illuminated with remarkable color. Those first blue days in spring, the days when the sun looks down on us making our skin smile from the abundance of vitamin D, illicit a child like behavior as city dwellers, cyclists and indie kids marvel at the strange and unfamiliar sight they had almost forgotten. Main features of the city lie within its distinct sectors all of which exude unique characteristics and strike different emotions depending on who you’re talking to. The buildings, unlike most major cities, do not reach for the clouds here, but rather they lay low to protect the distant view of the snow-capped Mt. Hood. Connecting downtown to its uber cool counterparts are a multitude of bridges that lie parallel to one another and grow in size as you move down the river towards Vancouver. These bridges, almost as peculiar as the cities inhabitants, are themselves works of art featuring brilliant arches and frames of muscular steel. To any stranger of this city it would appear as if cyclists rule the land as they weave in and out of traffic, some brave and bold riding their ‘fixies’ and some serious and determined to race with the real boys. Coffee shops line every corner and drench the air with a caffeinated aroma that give you the jitters just by inhaling. Litter on the streets is almost as rare as a sunny day in winter and green virtually covers the city from its streets to its hills to its people’s thumbs. Everywhere you look, even in the downpour, you see smiling faces and not once a sign of an umbrella. The people here are weird, but friendly. The streets in some parts freshly paved and in others still the old brick from the days of shanghaiing. Hippies, homeless and habitual drinkers can be found mingling the streets at almost any hour adding to a perplexing personality that can’t quite be matched. Both dark and dreary as well as hopeful and beautiful, this is the city I love.

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