Through a convoluted series of events, I found myself in Qingdao, China
for a customer visit. It was a crazy trip, starting with missed
connections, continuing with lost luggage, but the tail end of my visit
coincided with the Chinese New Year:
There's no large, municipal fireworks shows, but every family tends to
set off a carload of stuff of their own. For hours, I was buffeted by
mortars and meters-long strings of firecrackers erupting from every
courtard and public space. A truly memorable experience.
But, another new year calls for another sunrise. This was shot with the
camera sticking out of a window of my fifteenth floor hotel room.
Strictly speaking, this was the day after New Year's -- The actual new
year's day was dreary, wet, overcast, and at best, barely above
Despite some beatuful moments, this was a miserable trip in general --
and I spent that beautiful day not exploring Qingdao during a local
holiday, but instead scramlbing to figure out if I would be able to
return home to the United States.
You see, I was born in Iran, one of the VeryBadPlaces(tm) that our
esteemed President is still petulantly trying to ban.
I did manage to get back in without hassle, but suffice it to say I'm
quite livid about this situation.