In horror movies, zooming in to bare feet magnifies the audience's
awareness of vulnerability, the feeling of being unequipped, exposed,
and unprepared to run. But often, I associate bare feet with practicing
martial arts, most done without footwear so that you are aware of the
sensations of the ground: textured mats, cool hardwood. It also evokes
in me a sense of comfort and relaxation, of kicking off the confines of
shoes, of being home.
Heritage and Destiny is the name of my Master's Thesis, a collection of short stories revolving mainly around the Vietnamese culture and the immigration experience. Blogging makes me think of creative writing, and I started this one with the purpose of logging my trip back to Viet Nam at the end of 2008. Now, it chronicles my journey as I pace the steps of my destiny.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Month of May Photo Challenge. Day 1: Portrait of a Family Member
I've always adored my husband's feet, with their plump roundedness and
top arch like a camel's hump. I always joke that feet like his were
destined for a comfortable life, while flat, angular, bunioned feet like
mine were destined to a peasant's life of working in the fields. We are
actually both tech professionals (make of that what you will in
relation to my theory), but today, I reflect upon the connotations of bare feet.
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