03.24.2022 A husband and wife from India visited C.
They went swimming in a hotel pool at sunrise.
Happy, she sings swims sings swims.
He dives down.
She stands slapping blue water chanting a song measuring his breath below the surface.
Her red sari seals her.
Smiling and laughing she chants.
He stays under a long time.
She skips blue water. Her voice is angelic. Flowing water over the edge.
Her laughter is a happy child.
Burma
03.18.2022 The beauty of human sadness, the song of an emotion we all can feel. - Chekhov
Purpose of great literature: to help us recognize and be conscious of what we experience but do not really notice.
Street photography is when you can smell the street and feel the dirt. - Bruce Gilden
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"Yes, the elusive beauty of human sorrow which men will not for a long time learn to understand and describe, and which it seems only music can convey."
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I can show you enough love to break your heart forever.
A good photographer meets chance all the time.
03.7.2022 Once upon a time in a green garden of light speckled green, shadows danced on silent red flagstones.
A bird in a mango tree sang about freedom, sky, friendship and dreams of peace.
A brown leaf departed the tree of life fluttering, singing, dancing down all the days ... reaching earth.
A green brown lizard sat quiet and calm.
A woman in yellow sitting on a cement bench stared through the quadrant of stone slats toward the law offices.
She has no concrete idea what goes on in there other than people paper and conversations about issues and matters she doesn't understand or comprehend because she showed up on the back of a motorcycle from an obliterated distant village and perhaps it's a member of her surviving family in there or a stranger from another galaxy - a time traveller disguised as a homo sapien wearing a tie ...
Another leaf leaves the tree of life in a wild flight of confusion and joy ...
Discussing Ukrainian war crimes, a slow genocide as 4,000,000 refugees struggle forward with babies and the elderly whispering, singing, telling stories about new futures all bright and beautiful in their lives after leaving everything behind, all the fear nourished by desperation and fate.
The woman on the bench feels a soft breeze and hears a small bell ringing as a woman pushes her ice cream cart along pavement. Both women smell the fragrance of purple yellow white orchids and they know everything will be peaceful. One day.
The bell's melancholy echo is long ago and far away.
Ukraine light, strength, courage, humanity, peace.
