I Am Tiramisu

What is National Geographic to me?
Piles and piles and piles of approximately 6.8" x 10" yellow bordered magazine neatly stacked by my papa's table.




My father and I would get lost for hours in its pages which took us on a joy ride from Tibet to Chicago, Istanbul to the deep forest of Indonesia. It terrified me with photos of side winding snakes crossing a lonely desert. Haunted me with the blue-green eyes of a girl with red scarf on her head. It was our haven.
Afternoons sitting together feasting over our fresh copies we just got from the post office.
Even when I went off to college in another city, my father would still send me his copies when he's done. I could remember as early as 1975 I used to attempt to cut the yellow borders from the cover much to the horror of my papa. hehehe...
Sadly everything went gone in the great flood in 1991.
My father still buys his copies once in awhile. Sometimes he forgets. But everytime I go home we still sit for hours pouring over our one copy. hehehe. The magic is still there.




And thanks to modern technology I now share the magic with my own little girls, on tv. They are curious alright. As Alyssa put it,"Mommy, this is very interesting..."

So here I am with my photographer friends. After we covered another event situated at the side we did some fun shots by the Live Curious stall.

I am glad they are now even more passionate at reaching people with all their interesting information.

(Thank you Robo F. for the very nice photos!)