
Man untangling kite string, Green Lake Park, Kunming, Yunnan Province, China. Seth Rosenblatt (c) 2006.
I love flying kites. There’s something about the action that is inherently contradictory, insightful and yet revealing nothing. As an extension of self, the kite becomes something you give up partial control to, and you must work with the wind or else you’ll spend all your time chasing around a tangled, flaccid string.
As you can tell from the volume of string wrapped around this guy’s knees, the Chinese take their kite flying very, very seriously, and it was hard to not enjoy being surrounded by people who take pleasure in sending strips of silk and paper held together by sticks and string way up into the stratosphere.





