Tag: look
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The Moment of Truth
There is a moment, a split second, when you are with your camera in the streets, and a moment you were hoping for surrenders itself to you. I am referring to that brief time before your subject has a time to react to your lens. I love that magical click that finds the person inside…
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Rebirth~
Day is reborn from night, rain from clouds, a tree from a fallen seed, a sunrise from the night and new possibilities from old failures…
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Day 7~ December 7th~ Guilin
I do, I love people, I love photographing them, I love learning their stories, seeing their smiles, laughing at their jokes, feeling human with them…
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Day 13~ October 13th~ Yunnan
Children, no matter what we expect, plan, project and wish for in them, their futures are blank pages as far as we are concerned. We are unable to control what they will become, who they were meant to be and the things they are destined to accomplish. Despite our blindness to the theaters of their…
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Day 3~ October 3rd~ Yunnan
Have you ever been scrutinized by innocence? Has a child ever looked straight through you, cutting through the layers of your assumed identity to strip you down to the bare truth of who you really are? Children are not yet trained in our adult games of hiding behind borrowed personalities and when they look at…
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Day 29~ May 29th~ Cambodia
When a small child looks at me and holds my stare, I can’t help but wonder ‘what’ looks out of those eyes. Unburdened by personality traits and identity, small children can look deep into your soul with a strange kind of knowing, soul to soul.
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Day 22~ May 22nd~ Cambodia
I must apologize for the delay in posting as I attended a most inspiring event in Denmark for the last week about a template of peace for world youth. I will be posting the past due entries back to back in the next few days to catch up with that as well as with comments…
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Day 16~ April 16th~ Congo
Some images print themselves in our minds and on our hearts because they affect us beyond the surface of visual impression. They go deep, they etch a mark on our soul… If you were to ask me what moment in my journey to Congo was the most haunting, I would say this one when I…