Tag: storm
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Daily Coffee Talk~ 79/365
As long as I remember, when I still lived in Lebanon, my father would sit by the fireplace at our home at the foot of the mountain and on cold days continuously feed wood to the hungry fire and watch its raging flames and listen to its crackling sounds as it vanished into ashes. It…
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The white breath of winter~
To make up for its bone chilling cold, winter sends its apologies with the magical white blanket of snow that makes it all better. I don’t know many who can resist the charm of freshly fallen snow and today I was one of those who ran out in the early morning to be with the…
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Day 12~ December 12th~ Guilin
When a storm decides to come, it does not give us a warning, neither does it ask for our permission to turn our world upside down…
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Day 4~ November 4th~ New York
New York, it rises from its ashes each and every time to prove time and again that ‘when there is a will there is a way’. And New York’s will is not like any other, it the combined strength of warriors that gather from all over the world powered by their vision and their wish…
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Day 26~ August 26th~ Boracay
It was dusk, that magical time when day surrenders itself to the mysteries of the night in a golden embrace, a storm was approaching, the wind was starting to gain speed, people were shuffling about to get to the shelter, but the boy and his guitar were completely lost inside a piece music that had…
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Day 22~ August 22nd~ Boracay
All we need is to stand on a seashore watching a storm brew over the ocean to realize that when it comes to the distribution of force, nature has the upper hand. We could be shaken, blown away, flooded, drowned, or dehydrated at any moment with minimal effort on the planet’s part. And I do…
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Day 20~ August 20th~ Boracay
When our children are very young we try to shelter them from the world, we introduce them to it gradually and with so many filters to protect them from what we perceive as harmful. We guard their innocence with all our might even down to the language that we allow them to hear. Then comes…
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Day Three Hundred Forty One, December 29, 2011
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…
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Day One Hundred Eighty One, July 22, 2011
Rain, clouds, wind, cold, grey… the last few days of summer in Germany. Amazing what an influence a storm has on the moods of people and how clouds can reflect in the faces of humans. But for a photographer, clouds are a wonder, a moving painting of texture, a theater of light and shadow.
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Day One Hundred Fifty One, June 22, 2011
Shanghai summers are home for sudden and powerful electrical storms. Today we were at the pool for the first very hot day of the summer and at some point the storm arrived. I love how scientist try to explain this incredible phenomena without being able to agree on a single explanation. I spent the last…