It often happens to me like it did today when I come back from teaching photography to children feeling like they actually did all the teaching. I learned so much from how free thinking they are, how imaginative, refreshingly creative and flexible in the mind they can be. I may have showed them technique but what they gifted me with was freedom and unhindered possibility that comes form a future that is yet to take form.
Thank you Barbara Sarbin and the children of ‘something good in the world’ for the great opportunity of doing this photography workshop today in this magical ecology.
Day 25 of 365
Somewhere magical in Westchester, New York
Today was a one of reconnecting with friends that I was never really disconnected from. Time and distance vanish at moments like these and only the value of a good relationship stands out at the end of the day.
And along the way I got to explore Industry City and Greenwood Cemetery, both places most definitely worthy of a long walk in the chill of a sunny winter day.
Day 24 of 365
It has been quite an interesting process to go at the end of each long day of walking in New York City and examine how I feel after such an immersion. Every friend I reconnect with seems to be weighed down by the strain of the unnatural essences that have blatantly hijacked the country. A friend I met today used the term ‘gangster in command’ to describe the person occupying the Oval Office and most people don’t want to mention his name, as though they are dealing with Voldemort. Is it indeed a form of evil we are dealing with that causes this state of unease and resentment?
I do pray that this state of affairs does not normalize and cause even more people to join the flock of sheep that follow this disgusting human and his money hungry ways.
I have made a point in all my posts to remain positive and inspire with both my words and photography. However, today, I find that I cannot be neutral, silent or accepting of what tries to lower the standards of a place I have grown to love over the years and that I once called home.
Day 23 of 365
Image taken in china town, New York City on a fantastic walk in lower Manhattan with an old friend.
If you ever walked in this amazing metropolis you would know that it just does not inspire you to stop. You find yourself walking and walking and walking without any inclination to stop. I have always loved that about New York. Everyone is busy doing something and inside of it all is a calm like the eye of the storm. It’s like a general agreement to keep the wheels turning night and day because this is just what the city needs.
Day 22 of 365
Images taken on the highline this afternoon
I have have lived in several places since my birth, but only one stands out as the place that challenged me most, charmed me most and formed me most. New York City is a place I will always call home. I am so happy to go back there soon and walk in the places I used to walk for almost 16 years. The friends you make in New York are friends for life and so are the experiences. I can’t wait.
On January 27th I will be offering a half-day creative street photography workshop in New York City! Please get In touch if you are interested. All experience levels, all camera, all ages welcome 😊~
Day 10 of 365
Image taken in the street on 2012 in my beloved nyc.
I grew up in Lebanon, moved to New York City at the age of 20, have lived since in Boston, Miami, Germany, shanghai and now moving to Germany again. Like most expatriates I find myself at a loss of knowing where 'home' really is or if it exists at all…the age of 20, have lived since in Boston, Miami, Germany, shanghai and now moving to Germany again. Like most expatriates I find myself at a loss of knowing where 'home' really is or if it exists at all…
we forget to look up
When you live in a big city with very tall buildings and millions of people, you find yourself focused on the immediate area around you, navigating the ocean of people, avoiding the cars and bike zipping by and keeping close watch on any impending danger that you forget to look up. I remember that we could always tell if someone was a tourist in New York because they looked up!
Of the many strange things I have done in my life, one of them was deciding to live in Roosevelt Island. I did that for a year and every morning, the strangeness of that place grew and every evening I wondered why is it that a place can make you feel that way. A small island across the East River on the side of Manhattan, where no cars are allowed and the whole width of the island is 240 meters and length of about 3 km, it is owned by the city of Manhattan but feels like worlds away.
blurred shadow~ New York
Why is it that our memories fade and blur like shadows of what has been, and only moments of passion and pain remain vivid in our minds?