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inspiration life New York Photography story

Day 30~ November 30th~ New York

those days
the new york city of then

With the last  New York post from this month, I am realizing how much of it is still in me. It has been one of the most personal months in my blog so far, so I will end it with a photo from then, from the time I was 21 and celebrating every single second I had in the city that never sleeps. We explored New York with so much openness, with inspiration, with joy, with boundless energy and that does something to you. I love photography because it captures moments that take you back, to feel, to remember to relive.

~ I am the one with the blond wig 🙂

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Day 13~ September 13th~ Tuscany

bike by the duomo

Where this bicycle stands there once was a carriage with horses and smart people wearing hats and tailcoats and they all looked at the duomo with reverence.

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Egypt inspiration life Photography story street

Day 21~ March 21st~ Egypt

An innocent farewell

We live our lives in chapters and at some point each chapter has to end…

One of the hardest things to do after being charmed by people and after the sharing of a small part of life with them, is the separation. On the trip to Egypt, I had to say good bye so many times to so many beautiful people, it felt like leaving a small piece of me after each departure. It was always the children who left the most remarkable effect on me with their innocence, their playfulness and their natural way of being. Now that I have a child of my own, I feel so blessed to be able to laugh every day, to enjoy the simple things, to view the world through a veil of uncorrupted innocence as children do when I am in her company.

Children are our most precious responsibility, and they deserve out best effort to protect them and help them develop into the leaders of the future. I wonder how good of a job we are doing.

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Photography street

Day Three Hundred Sixty One, January 18, 2012

worn out~

Every city and every village in the world has it’s own ‘spirit’, it’s own ‘angel’ if you like. It is the essence of that place created by its people, its architecture, its frequencies and it is very clearly detectable if you tune yourself to it. With Shanghai, I feel that the spirit of this city moves around with its bicycles as strange as this might sound. The bicycles here have a life of their own and their unique stories and adventures to tell.

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life Photography

Day Three Hundred Nineteen, December 7, 2011

when color takes you back

Does it happen to you sometimes that you may see a color, smell a certain smell, or hear a specific tune and they act as a trigger for memories that were long dormant in you? Funny how our life experiences are never really gone, but are somehow stacked neatly in the archives of our mind until something happens to wake them and bring them rushing to our conscious awareness…

Today I visited Lea’s school for a Christmas afternoon celebration, and seeing their class colored pencils stacked there neatly took me back with a jolt to a small class room in the North of Lebanon and for a moment I could smell the old pencils, my desk with its worn out wood cover that could open and close for us to keep things inside and that mostly smelled of old sandwiches, the room, the chalkboard and the village breeze that brought with it the aroma of the olive groves through the open windows.

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Day Three Hundred Two, November 20, 2011

patched up

One of the greatest kindnesses that went into our creation as humans is the ability to forget pain. Without that, no woman would ever have another baby after her first, we would never dare fall in love again and we would never run after our first fall. Yes, we are able to forget pain and it gets archived into our memories as as small pang and nothing more. But the scars, they remain. Don’t you have scars that always draw a story out of you? Aren’t some of these wounds coated with nostalgia and some bitter-sweetness? Don’t we look at them with an almost sense of endearment?

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Day One Hundred forty Two, June 13, 2011

a basket full of baby girl

Today I had a photo shoot with an adorable 3 week old baby girl, little Juliette! She has tiny little feet and the cutest little hands, and a face with a million changing expressions. Babies have the power to draw a smile from almost everyone who sees them. They are miracles, each single one of them and they are so innocent, clear, uncorrupted, reactive, connected, simple and yet very complex. To think of the amazing power that is with them to allow them to grow and multiply in size at an exponential speed! They heal much faster, they have during their growth a hundred times the energy we adults have and they can learn and absorb at stunning rate. Miracles!