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Boracay inspiration life Photography street

Day13~ August 13th~ Boracay

abandoned

‘Abandoned’, and interesting word. If you like  to anagram words as I often like to do, then you will find this: abandoned = a dead boon. A boon is a blessing or something to be thankful for among other definitions. So when we humans abandon something, do we stop being thankful for it and for its value in our lives. And if we take that away from the physical worlds and apply it so something we are gifted with, a skill that we have, a gifting that we received and if we choose to abandon that, wouldn’t we be stopping any possibility of its growth and basically be killing it?

photo taken: an abandoned boat in Boracay

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architecture Egypt history Photography

Day 22~ March 22nd~ Egypt

Places of worship continue to vibrate with the intentions of the people who built them and those who used them to utter their prayers…

In the Egyptian desert, near Elephantine Island, is an abandoned coptic monastery that dates back to the 6th century. It is one of the biggest coptic monasteries in the world and it still stands despite a very long time of human abandonment. There are so many stories to be told by the stones of its old walls and by the dents from the many footsteps on its worn out floors. A place built with strong intentions, a gathering center for those who were seeking the solitude of the desert for their spiritual contemplations, a special place with tales to tell.

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lebanon life Photography street

Day 17~ February 17th~ Lebanon

rusty memories

Do you remember your first best friend? Do you recall what you used to do for fun, what games you played, what made you happy? Do you remember your first day at school, your first fear, your first secret? Do you remember your first kiss, the first time your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone?

All these early memories are hidden in Lebanon for me. The greet me each time I go back stirring a panorama of emotions that are soul deep. Going back is like stepping into a hall of mirrors, where you face yourself, all the different sides of you, your journey back into where it all began this time around…and it is not all butterflies and flowers.

photo: abandoned truck on the side of a mountain road in Lebanon

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lebanon life Photography

Day one~February 1st~Lebanon

transparent secrets

Welcome to the start of a new journey, a journey through images, words, ponders, musings, stories, and moments.

I begin the first month in Lebanon, a tiny country whose heart pulses on the shores of the beautiful Mediterranea Sea, and whose veins throb with history and with tales of passion and of wars, a place that is so painfully beautiful it can make a strong man cry.

Yes, I must start there, in the place that witnessed my first breath, my first tears, my first laugh, my first dream, my first inspiration and my first love. And it is the place that holds the richest of my childhood memories as well as the most terrible of nightmarish secrets. Those secrets I will keep in the walls of its old cities, and only tell you of the beauty and of the wonder that is Lebanon.

And this world, in its most kind and generous way, gives me an extra day this year, a 29th day of February to tell an extra story.

Let the journey begin…

summer butterflies

photos: an abandoned home in Douma, a small mountain village and summer butterflies in the field of the cedars mountains in North Lebanon.

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Photography street

Day Three Hundred Forty One, December 29, 2011

all is quiet

The morning after a snowstorm, when all is still…

Is it the color white? The purity of the snow? The softness of the crystal blanket?

What is it that forces us into a humble silence and a deep state of contemplation?

Is it the fact that a new canvas is set and all the past is erased?

Is it the chance at a new beginning? New footsteps in the fresh snow?

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Day Two Hundred Thirty Two, September 11, 2011

rebellion

re·bel·lionNoun/riˈbelyən/

1. An act of violent or open resistance to an established government or ruler.

2. The action or process of resisting authority, control, or convention: “an act of teenage rebellion“.

A fascinating phenomenon, most certainly on the rise in our world today, rebellion is a symptom of the young rejecting the control of the old, the new and fresh unwilling to compromise with the traditional and already established.  When we reach our teenage, we begin to see the world in new eyes, we are eager to show our elders the revolutionary ways of our thinking, and with all of that comes upheaval, violent outbursts, emotional explosions and a whole load of hormonal powered declarations.

So are revolutions a symptom of an onset of something young and new on the planet? Is that its way of saying out with old, in with the new?

photo taken: Andy in an abandoned motel in Geneva.