YouTube recommended this video to me. They must know I have a taste for music crossed with unconventional but traditional sounds.
Mongolion Folk Rock fits the bill.
If I could, I would be throat-singing this all day.
In case you’re wondering about the lyrics – a commenter explains that
“They are singing from spiritual ancestors view … Mongolia’s main and most historical religion is shamanism and shamanism is about respecting our nature calling the spirits of our ancestors into the shaman’s body They are questioning about why the politicians don’t keep their words. Why Mongolians are being racist to each other because of their bloodline or province. Why the kids are not listening to their parents and elders” – Low Chaze
Universal themes, relevant to people and politics well beyond Mongolia.
In my hometown it is illegal to smoke in public places: indoors, outdoors and anywhere near a sports field or playground.
Smoking on an outdoor patio is not possible.
This picture is not possible.
Paris, France. 2018
About this post:
If you’re a photographer, you’ll understand my obsession with smoke.
Like sunbeams and shadows, tendrils of smoke, rising but not obscuring a face, add character to a picture. But chasing smoke is like chasing sunbeams. It’s elusive and transient. In urban street photography, particularly in Canada and US, it is increasingly rare.
My Health Conscious Self says “That’s a good thing.”
My Photographer Self says “There’s always Paris …”