Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Unwinding the Cocoons
After the mulberry-munching caterpillars mature, they are left to spin
a silk cocoon. In my fairytale version of the silk story, the cocoons
are harvested after the critter exits as a moth. In reality, the
cocoons are left in cheerful, golden piles to die in the hot Khmer
sun. Then, into this boiling pot they go. The silk is teased from the
cocoons and unwound onto a big bobbin.
a silk cocoon. In my fairytale version of the silk story, the cocoons
are harvested after the critter exits as a moth. In reality, the
cocoons are left in cheerful, golden piles to die in the hot Khmer
sun. Then, into this boiling pot they go. The silk is teased from the
cocoons and unwound onto a big bobbin.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Wat Bayon
The monolithic faces of Bayon smile down on a mere mortal, and say,
"Lady, lady, you buy 10 postcards, $1!"
"Lady, lady, you buy 10 postcards, $1!"
Sunset at Pre Rup
After a long, hot day of traipsing around visiting wats and dodging
small children selling postcards and "wat-nots" we sit and enjoy the
sunset.
small children selling postcards and "wat-nots" we sit and enjoy the
sunset.
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