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Time to Search for the Leaven in Our Lives, Passover 2014

Sunday, April 13th, 2014

Homemade Matzoh (מַצָּה), No Leaven, 2014, Passover


The new moon was sighted in Jerusalem and Passover, and the Feast of Unleavened bread in upon us.  It is the time in our lives when we have to remove all the leaven from our homes.  Those preparing to keep the Feast search their home and remove any product that has leaven.  The search goes on in all rooms looking for the leaven.  Why is this?

This on the simplest of levels is following the commandment to remove leaven and and eat the specially prepared matzoh (unleavened) bread as mandated in Exodus.  It is much deeper that that.  Of course it is important to keep the commandment to the best of our ability but even more important is to understand what leaven represents.  Leaven is sin, pride, ego, our wrong doings.  The search in our homes for leaven, is in reality, a search in our own souls to remove the “puffing up” of sin.

We all have shortcoming.  None of of are perfect.  This is true for all, but those that seek to better themselves can use this preparation for the feast to examine their life and work on removing the leaven from their lives.

In my own preparations for Passover I have begun to make my own matzoh a few years ago.  I love the process of making my own.  Being able to rely on my own to make the most imperfect looking matzoh I have ever seen.  Each piece is unique.  The shapes remind me of Africa and Israel.  Holes pop though the dough.  The oven singes my arm as they bake at 300 degrees (570F).

Then we move on to the other main thoughts on passover, freedom.  We remember the days when we were in bondage.  It doesn’t stop here. It is key to remember all those still in bondage.  Those who are not able to free to worship.  Those that are still held in chains.  Those whose mental slavery has not been abolished.

I will leave you all with one last thought from the Tanakh (the Old Testament).

Exodus 22:21

Thou shalt neither vex a stranger, nor oppress him: for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt.

chag kasher v’same’ach

חַג כָשֵׁר וְשָׂמֵחַ

have a blessed passover

With love to all in the diaspora, the lost tribes and those that dwell in the land of our forefather and all that desire in their hearts to keep the feast of unleavened bread regardless of labels.





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Chillin’ in the Backyard, Miami Style with Jeff Wasielewski

Saturday, April 12th, 2014

Banana Bud, Jeff's Home, Miami 2014


It has been a minute since I have written on the Lucid Communication blog.  In Fact it has been more than a month.  After spending time in New York, Miami and the Caribbean It is time to start sifting through the 1000 plus images and selecting some stories to tell.

Today’s is about my mate Jeff Wasielewski’s home and luscious Miami garden.  I first met Jeff back in Killian High School spanish class.  We had, without question, the worst spanish teacher on the planet.  All she ever had us do was to copy chapters out of the textbook. On the first day of class the teacher was calling the roll, when she came to the name Dickie Wong.  There was no reply.  Shea paused and gazed over the classroom.  She called it again, a bit louder this time.  Still no response, then out of no where Jeff screams out DICKIE WONG! and all the class bursted out with laughter.  That is how we met.

We lost track of each other as people do, and thanks to the wonders of the world wide web we got back in touch with each other.  Jeff had been working at Farichild Tropical Botanic Garden when we reconnected and we realized that we both have a love for the outdoors and gardening.

This trip back to Miami we wanted to meet up and he invited me over to explore his garden.  It just so happened to be on a beautiful Sunday afternoon that I was able to meet and reason up with Jeff and some of the alumni of the Fat Man Calypso Band.

It was so peaceful walking around his home in Kendall, only a few blocks away from my own childhood home on South West 127 Street.  He had a few variety of mangoes, bananas, mulberry and other tropical delights.

He had constructed, with his own hands, a small pond that included some mosquito eating fish.  He truly had created a home I would have if I were to lay down my roots back in Miami.

All the landscaping used native plants.  They are all drought tolerant, and thrive in the blazing Miami sunshine.  Even his daughter Sammy got in on the gardening action and just the other day dug out some carrots she had planted by her own hand and without her poppa’s help.

It was a sweet afternoon eating some barbecued hamburgers sides with old friends and marveling at what a productive garden in suburbia can be.  I have the utmost respect for Jeff and his daughter for keeping Miami the way it shout be. green, soaking in the sunshine and full of LOVE.
Budding Bud, Jeff's Home, Miami 2014



Pond with Mosquito Fish, Jeff's Home, Miami 2014



Miami Backyard Corner, Jeff's Home, Miami 2014



Jeff Giving the Garden Tour (Hammock Point of View), Jeff's Home, Miami 2014

Out of the Tidal Pool, Matheson Hammock Park

Wednesday, February 26th, 2014

Matheson Hammock and the Line


Tucked off Old Cutler Road is Matheson Hammock Park.  The park bakes in the sun on the edge of Biscayne Bay.  I haven’t been there, most likely, since I used to wade in the man made tidal pool.

I wanted to see the water.  I always find comfort in gazing out into the water.  The temperature was rising by the time I got to the park.  The mangroves were thick and provided refuge from the scorching sun.

I was disappointed is all the trash that were trapped in their roots.  Whether they were tossed by park goers, or boaters, I really don’t know.  I wish for our parks and natural spaces to be clean and free of litter.

After the wandering through the mangroves I headed over to the tidal pool.  The tidal pool is where all the youth in our area used to head to play in the water in a safe environment.  I have warm memories of splashing around in the tepid bath like water.

I was happy to see a few kids splashing around.  Even one was screaming about seeing alligators.  It was an odd mix of older folks, small families with young ones, and a few tourists, who must have found about it in a guide book telling them of a nice chill spot away from the South Beach madness.

The coral structures and the thick rusted chains all brought back the giant memories of Matheson Hammock.  I may not really vibe off off swimming in the the tidal pool, but I felt comfortable wandering around, and reflecting of where I came from, and where I will be going.
15 Little Birds, Matheson Hammock Park

Coney Island Wintery Snow Cones

Monday, February 24th, 2014

Home Hot Flag Over Coney Island


It is pretty hard to fathom that just a week ago the snow was falling so hard that I could barely see across the street in New York.  Now, I am on my parents patio in Miami, editing the snow filled scenes from NYC.

Coney island is a place I have only heard my family talk about.  My mother remembers going there in the heat of summer and riding the attractions and having out on the sun baked board walk.  I have always wanted to hop on the D train and take in a bit of that board walk history.

It was a day after a blizzard that I finally made my way out to the childhood wonderland of Coney Island.  I took the D train to the West 8th Street Aquarium.  I was just about the only one who got off the train.  I made my way down the soggy steps out onto the street.

The skies were a candy blue as layers upon layers of snow stacked up on the beach.  I spotted the rides and made a mad dash for them.  Well, not exactly a mad dash.  It was as much as a mad dash that this Miamian could manage in brand new snow boots.

This is where both my parents spent their summers.  This is where they munched on candy apples and strolled along the boardwalk.  Now, 60 years later here I am wrapped from head to toe to protect me from the Great White North winds blowing in over the Atlantic.

The whole area was closed and shuttered till spring.  The only to places along the board awl that were open was Nathan’s and Applebees.  Nathan’s looked like a collection of outtakes from a Fellini casting call.

All the snow and the utter lack of other people shifted the whole experience to the surreal.  A place of fun in the sun, was now knee deep in snow.

I continued to crunch along the boardwalk passing someone out for a stroll with their pooch. I wanted to walk down to the waters edge.  The snow collapse under my boots leaving a trail of size 14 prints in the snow.

My nose felt nothing as by now it had numbed in the icy wind.  I could though the memories of my parents experience a side of Coney Island they never did.  The brightly colored rides and walls stood still for me as I was alone with my thoughts and camera.

It was truly absurd to go down to Coney Island in the dead of winter but, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Even though my visit probably had come 60 years after my parents we were able to connect though place if not time.

All the sights and smells may have been different but I could swear I could still smell the sticky sweetness of the cotton candy as I crunched my way though the snow.


Snowed In Carousel, Coney Island

Beach Snow Carpet, Coney Island

Snow Candy Reflection, Coney Island

Non Threating Heat, Coney Island

Tokyo Blizzard of February 8, 2014

Sunday, February 9th, 2014

Edge of Tokyo in February 08 2014 Blizzard


I have been looking at my phone all week.  There had been a snow mark for saturday since about Monday.  I usually don’t think much about it.  Being from Miami, I do find snow quite intriguing.  So, there we go.  We are suppose to get snow.

As the day moved closer reports started to come in that this is going to be the heaviest snow to hit Tokyo in more than 20 years.  I thought that the snow that hit last year pretty bad, but what was coming out in the news was saying that this was going to be a once in a generation storm.

My kitty woke my at 3 a.m. on Saturday morning cause he was hungry.  I gave hime a bit of food and took a look out the window.  My mid Shabbat the show was beginning to fall.  It was crazy cold out and i jumped back in bed.

By morning the snow was pilling up.  I was worried about my patio greenhouses, and I kept on sweeping the accumulating snow off.

Finally I suited up to go on my arctic expedition around the neighborhood.  It was a ghost town.  Almost no one was out.  A few kids were playing in the snow or trying to sled down some small hills.  It was pretty much just me, my camera, and a warm cap.

Snow has a way of beautifying the city.  Everything becomes the same tonality.  Objects take on new shapes as the bleed into one another.  I was out for more than an hour.  The wind would pick up at times, and the snow being so dry this year blew like a leaf blower across my cheeks.

We, the wife and I, were suppose to go out to celebrate her earth day, that wasn’t going to happen.  I made her a cup of amazake  which is a  a thick drink made with the left over mash from nihonshu (sake) and is usually sweetened and sometimes sake is added to it.

Suddenly she is lets go to Seiyu.  We suit up to make the several block trek to the supermarket.  Her  clear vinyl umbrella blew inside out. We walked down the middle of the street.  Some cars had been abandoned on the side of the road.  The only cars we sway were delivery trucks.  Nothing seems to stop the special  deliveries.    Even saw one guy help push another one’s truck out of the snow.

We made it to the store and back.  Caught some olympics and went to sleep.  The snow was still falling even after midnight.

By morning the snow had begun to melt.  I had trekked to the home center to buy a shovel yesterday which came in handy today.  I cleared a small path on the sidewalk adjacent to my home and cleared off the step.

After breakfast my wife asked me to clear off the driveway.  I did.  I soon noticed all of my neighbors were out to with shovels in hand.  Not just the men, but the women too.  They weren’t clearing their driveways, they were clearing the street.  I was shocked.

I couldn’t give in so I too joined in the effort to clear the street.  After about 2 hours I was beat like i went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.  But, I wasn’t done yet.  I retuned with a small spade and joined my wife as we cleared the last bit of road that connected up with the one the busses went down.

Before going back inside.  I just stared at the road cleared of snow and marveled.  We did this!  Not a snow plow but a bunch of housewives cleared out streets and sidewalks so we, as the community, could be safe.  That was beautiful.

All and all a very memorable day.  So much snow.  The teamwork to clean the now.  The astonishing amount of snow that came down from the sky.  I don’t know how my people in the colder climates can cope.

Now rest, for tomorrow shall bring muscle aches.
Nagisa New Town Canyons with Yellow Umbrellas



Frosted Pruned Trees, Kasai, February 08 2014 Blizzard



Snow Slide, Kasai, February 08 2014 Blizzard



Riverside Kasai, February 08 2014 Blizzard


Yakushi Onsen (Hot Springs) Gunma Prefecture

Wednesday, February 5th, 2014

Farmer's Home, Yakushi Onsen (Hot Spring)It

It was been a bit since I have written a post.  Honestly partly laziness with a dash of using my iPhone too much.  That being said I just returned from a whirlwind trip up north to Yakushi Onsen (Hot Springs) in Gunma Prefecture.

We hoped aboard an express JR train from Ueno station heading north.  It wasn’t soon after leaving the Tokyo Terminal that it began to rain.  Speeding away from the industrial center and the endless stretches of concrete the rain quickly turned to sleet and before I knew it it was snowing.

Being a true Miamian, I am always amazed at snow.  This freezing cold white substance that falls from the skies.  No matter how many scientific explanations I read about the formation of snow, it still seems like magic to me.  So, there I was, dashing on this speeding train watching the snow come down, and down.

We excited at Nakanojo station and met by our hotel’s staff that shuttled us 45 minutes up into the Gunma mountains.  As we gained elevation, more and more of the magical white stuff stretched out across the valleys.  By the time we reached the hotel the wet snow had before dry and was whipping about our faces.

The hotel was an old samurai’s home that had been converted to a hotel with most of the outer buildings housing small collections of antiques.  My wife grabbed a blue umbrella to keep off the snow, as I opted to let the show accumulate on my hood.

Japan is famous for there hospitality and Hatago hotel was no exception.  They helped us and served a warm glass of shitake mushroom tea as we answered a barrage of questions about all of our dinning and hotel options.

I walked around for a bit and found a small temple not far away.  By now the snow has ceased falling but the wind was whipping the dry snow across the blanketed farms.  It was beautiful to be making the first tracks across the snow.

It was time to head back and soak away some of those aches and pains.  I get to the bath, and suddenly I couldn’t read the characters for men and women’s bath.  They weren’t the usual ones.  One noren was blue, the other was red.  I kind of assumed that red is close to pink so probably for the women, but I didn’t want to risk being responsible for having an elderly Japanese woman freak out at having a tall bearded foreigner pop his head in.  Proper hot spring etiquette is essential for not being a fear inducing traveler.

I found some staff and and confirmed that the blue side was for me.  I kept repeating the mantra “blue” to myself as I slowly drew back the door and peaked inside.  I was greeted by absolutely no one.  I had the place to myself.

I found a lucky 100 yen in the locker disrobed and put the key around my wrist.  Properly washed before entering the bath.  I poured a few wooden buckets of water over my shoulder as an attempt to adjust to the freezing air and the boiling bath.  I truly had forgotten just how scalding the water could be.  Probably somewhere in the range of around 45C (113F).  Feet in first, then legs, up to my torso and then finally my shoulders.  Not really sure how long this took, but by the time I left the bath I am postive that the water became a bit of a Jacob broth after I was fully able to submerge myself.

The night progressed nicely as the temps dipped into the teens (about -8C).  We sampled a never ending dinner of local goodies and some of sake.  I am not a big eater and I was overwhelmed by all the delicacies.

It was a crispy cold short adventure.  We city dwellers forget that there is so much beauty out there once we make the jump out of the cities.  Tokyo just happens to be so huge that it takes a while to get out.  I was thrilled to see some snow, and snap the shutter a few times.  I need to break out of Tokyo and hit the hills.

Mountain in Yakushi Onsen (Hot Spring)

Temple Flag and Orchard, Yakushi Onsen (Hot Spring)

Temple Stuffed Rabbit, Inari Shrine Fox and Snow Tracks, Yakushi Onsen (Hot Spring)

Heaven’s Gate Geometry

Tuesday, January 14th, 2014

Heaven's Gate Geometry


It has been a minute since I have sat down and focused on a post.  I just needed a cool out and to start refocusing my thoughts.  Sometimes I have to make the time to step away and look at what I have been doing.  This is one of those moments.

Today as I was passing under the temple’s gate I looked up at the new year’s decorations.  Tied on with bits of string was a piece of calligraphy with one brushed character 「天」,heaven.  I gazed up at the aged wood, the ceiling was plastered with bits of paper each with someone’s name.  The textures, the moment, the atmosphere spoke to me.

As soon as I clicked the shutter I knew that this was for my father.  Today is his 71 earth day.  He is the one who taught me to look to the heavens for guidance and sustenance.  My father Lazer ben Yahkov ,aka Leslie Schere, taught me well, and for that I am forever thankful.

This is for you!

With lots of love from me and the whole Yoshino side of the family.


My Girl with a Clipped Camellia, Thankfulness

Friday, December 27th, 2013

My Girl with a Camellia

The bride approaches as the mercury is quickly dipping. A Staub pot bubbles with lamb stew to welcome her into my home.

I sit next to my heater bundled up waiting with an open heart.

Let the colors shine though.
The skies may be overcast but the warmth that comes will come.

This secular year is about to close. My wishes go out to all those that struggle.
I will keep you all in heart as this year ticks to the close.

Keep warm.
Keep your heart on the real prize.


Have You Seen the MOZE Through the Rain?

Friday, December 20th, 2013

Have You Seen the MOZE Through the Rain?


Today was an odd one.  It had been steady raining all day and night that it was looking rather bright in the morning as the sun tried to peek out from behind the clouds.

The wind was still blowing and puddles lined the streets.  Once the light rain broke I knew I had a small window to be out and about to get my errands done.  It didn’t take long for the gray skies to return and a light rain started falling.  It really wasn’t that cold at the time, and the rain was light enough that it didn’t bother me in the least.

That is when I caught the MOZE throw up in the park between Kasai and Nishi Kasai stations.  I have seen it many times, and I have even photographed it a few times too, but I never was able to capture this particular piece until today.

The wet sandy earth scrapped under my feet as I saw my world and MOZE’s reflected into the park’s puddles.  Those passages to other worlds right there next to the elevated Tozai train line.  I truly would like to know who is MOZE.  Our paths keep intersecting in paint and pixels.

Should we meet?  Or, would that destroy the thrill of tracking down all these tags, throw ups, and pieces.  I don’t know yet.  All I do know is that I will continue to be on the prowl for MOZE in my hood.



Big System, S&H, Samm Bennett, Nii Tete and Habu Musical Stylings for Tohoku Charity Concert

Sunday, December 8th, 2013

Big System Nii Tete and Samm Bennett on Mouth Bow, Charity Concert 2013 (4 of 11)


On a chilly Saturday afternoon in Shin Urayasu in Meikai Univeristy‘s gymnasium a group of residents, students, and music lovers all gathered to hear the musical stylings of Nii Tete, Big System, Samm Bennet, S&H and the vibe on the street moves of White Hat.

The concert was UFRA (Urayasu Foreign Residents Association) with help by the City of Urayasu and Meikai University.  The event was hosted and emceed by myself.  Something I hadn’t planned on doing until more or less the last minute when I channeled a bit of my brothers DNA as I gripped the mic and did my part to help boost the concerts energy.

The music was thrilling mixture of mountain neo-Americana, African drums, and and Japanese inspired rhythms.  The beats and rhythms went straight to my soul.  The world culture blended right before our eyes and penetrated our ears.

Even though I was the emcee and had a camera holstered though out the show I so wanted to get on a drum and join in the beat making.

First up was Nii Tete and his kpanlogo Drums.  His beat making was incredible.  I am sure for many in the audience they had never heard drums as the featured instrument. Nii’s hands moved to quickly for my shutter. The lyrics spilled forth from his heart and raised the temperature in the gymnasium.
Nii Tete on the Kpanlogo Drums Charity Concert 2013 (2 of 11)


After about 20 minutes Nii was joined on stage by Samm Bennet for the duo of Big System.  Samm’s music is firmly rooted in the blues of the deep south.  It was moving to see the blues journey back to their own African. The common language being the rhythm of the drums as the two talked back and forth though the twangs and thumps of their instruments.
Big System Nii Tete and Samm Bennett, Charity Concert 2013 (5 of 11)

After a short intermission and clearing of the stage the lights dimmed and the street dance moves of White Hat studio took the stage.  In three groups each took 3 minutes and showed off their skills of popping and locking, street dancing, and hip hop moves.  The little shorties rocked the stage and mesmerized all the youngsters.
White Hat Group, 「森羅万象」Charity Concert 2013 (9 of 11)


Next up was Habu and Samm Bennett of S&H.  Habu had strapped on two sets of ankle bells to each foot and danced around the stage while banging on his home make drum.  Samm’s soulful voice brought me back to the days I never knew of hanging around the country juke joint.  I traveled through time with S&H.  Their last song featured the squeaks and squeals of two rubber pigs.  I don’t think anyone in attendance will ever forget those singing pigs.
Habu and Samm Bennet of S&H, Charity Concert 2013 (10 of 11)


By the time the last song, and the last of the chairs put away every drop of energy had been expended to bring this charity concert to life.  I am thankful for all the help I received in helping to bring help to the children of Tohoku.

Special Thanks

Samm Bennet – Polarity Records

Nii Tete 

Megumi Uesugi – Assistant Professor, Meikai University Hospitality and Tourism Department

Meikai University

Gemba – dj honda records japan

Hamada – White Hat Studio

Aaron Randall – Sound

Naho Kuroda – Translation

UFRA Chair and Committee Members

Faculty and Students of the Meikai University Hospitality and Tourism Department

City of Urayasu

Ayamekai Aikido

Big System Nii Tete and Samm Bennett, Charity Concert 2013 (3 of 11)

Big System Nii Tete and Samm Bennett, Charity Concert 2013 (1 of 11)


Samm Bennett on Box Guitar, Charity Concert 2013 (8 of 11)



The Rubber Accompanying Piggies, Charity Concert 2013 (6 of 11)



UFRA LOVES Tohoku Button, Charity Concert 2013 (7 of 11)



Not the End, Just Another Beginning with Samm Bennett, Charity Concert 2013 (11 of 11)


Till the next charity event.  Thank you again to all that helped and came out!


The Lost Moon of Kasai

Friday, November 15th, 2013

Lost Moon of Kasai, Tokyo, Japan


There is a moon that only exists as legends and myth. The legends are talked about as people huddle around the fire pits  sipping warm sake trying to fight off the night’s chill.  These are the stories of the Lost Moon of Kasai.

As legends goes this one has been whispered about for ages.  The stories has been passed down over the generations.  No one knows when the moon was first lost, only that it used to orbit high in the sky over the land of Kasai.  Its brilliant night time illumination would fill the moon gazers with wonder as it hung low in the sky.  Where did it go?

As I take another sip of the warmed sake the bearded elder says, “It vanished.  Mankind has squandered their blessings and the light that it used to shine is now gone.”

My hands tightly wrapped around the ceramic cup trying to keep my fingertips warm.  I think about the lost  moon’s radiance.  The guidance it gave to those  that would make the long journey in Kasai by night.  The moon was their guid for travelers.  It was there so that the traveling souls could know where the stood, and keep the direction rightful.

“There is a chance.” the bearded elder continued.  ”The moon has been known to show itself on nights when the alignments in the heavens are in harmony.”

“I hope that I have a pure of heart vision to witness a sighting of the Lost Moon of Kasai.” I declare as the whips of my own breath dissipate in the night air.  Knowing well enough that I will never catch the sighting.  Can anyone’s heart be pure enough to see the unseen?  To be able to see what was lost so long ago.

I wrap my the rough silk scarf around my neck to keep the  wind at bay.  I retrieve the clay bottle out of the hot water and pour the elder another glass.  He returns the pour in my cup.  I raise it to my lips, as we meet each other eyes, and we both smile and sip in the warmness.


Shabbat Thankfulness

Friday, November 1st, 2013

My Kasai Girl's Hands Thankful for ShabbaT


This shabbat I am thankful.

I am thankful for having what I need.

I am thankful for simpleness.

Truly loving the warm sun on November 1st day.

Spending the time with family in the garden, digging in the dirt, helping new life to sprout.

I am thankful for my family that has spread out across the globe.

The splitting open and deseeding of a pomegranate.

With all the world’s troubles,

the sun has set, time to separate the worldly and the spiritual.

Let the day of rest wash over my soul and give me the fire to continue my journey.

Give thanks

Being thankful.



Autumn Festivals with Freshly Harvested Pomegranates

Tuesday, October 29th, 2013

Autumn Harvest Pomegranate 2013 02


The autumn festivals are upon us.  The red spider lilies have shed their wispy petals.  The nights are growing longer, and I have harvested the baseball sized pomegranates from my own patio garden’s tree.

I have been fascinated by the burgundy arils since I was a child.  It was the fruit that was an absolute mission to get at those tiny bursts of goodness.  They always made such a mess, but it never bothered me.

Perhaps my interest in this fruit goes back to my DNA.  My ancestors would split them open, cook with them, and take them on long journeys.

This year I was able to raise some of my own.  Previous years I had been left with one or two golf ball sized fruits.  This year it was closer to about 10 and half of them were the size of a baseball.  I left them on the tree until they split open.  Not sure if this is the way to do it, but it just seemed like the way to go.

They were pretty sour to my tastebuds with only hints of the pomegranate fragrance.  They just burst bursted in there sweet and sour goodness.

I am thankful that I could play my little part in helping to bring some colorful goodness into the world.


Autumn Harvest Pomegranate 2013 01

Healing Kaddish for Emanuel “Manny” Pushkin

Sunday, October 27th, 2013

Kaddish, Requiem, Life for Manny Pushkin


Uncle  Emanuel ”Manny” Pushkin in his Home with my Father, 2011, Miami.



I received a message via Facebook from my brother on the passing of my beloved uncle Manny Pushkin. His influence over my heart, and my photography have made me the photographer that have become.

I remember going to his home off Old Cutler Road and walking in the large double doors and being surrounded by art.  Not just paintings but most specifically photographs.  Uncle Manny had a passion for photography that captured my imagination.  I was amazed at how light and shadows danced in his  photographs.

When the time was right we would all shuffle into his study.  We would on the floor as he dimmed the lights to watch a slide show from their most recent trip.  We would be swept away to the golden hour sunsets of Bryce Canyon, the snow capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains.  We sat in the darkness and just marveled.  It was magic to my heart and eyes.  I still hear that gentle roar of the kodak projector, the kachunk of the changing slides and his beautiful sweet voice reliving the stories of his and my Aunt Claire’s travels.  ”I want to do that,” I said to myself.

My mother once asked Uncle Manny how come all his pictures came out so well.  He replied, “Linnie, I don’t show people my bad photographs.”  This nugget of knowledge has stuck with me all the years.  The most important part of the editing process is to be selective about what you show others.

Technically I didn’t learn much from him, but I did learn that one has to have passion for life to be an artist.  He embraced life with such a passion.  He would from time pass off some of his old and equipment to me.  I still have the cameras he has given me.

He made everyone feel special.  He always wanted to know about what we were doing what we are thinking about.  I always received a birthday greeting even though I am now have become a man.

Later in life after retiring he had a new passion for butterflies.  He and Claire planted plants that attract butterflies.  For him it was never what can the world do for him, but it was always what can he do to make the world a more beautiful place.

I know that all of the hearts that he touched will shed a tear, and remember all the joy that he brought into the world.  I will always miss his warm heart.  His ability to communicate with anyone. For me as an artist, I would not be where I am today without sitting in the darkened study, and gazing up at his images.

My heart goes out to my Aunt Claire, My Cousin Joanie, My mother and all whose hearts he touched..  We miss you.

Up the Temple Steps, Pre Typhoon

Tuesday, October 15th, 2013

Up the Temple Steps, Pre Typhoon, Ichikawa, Chiba, Japan


It been a minute since I have sat down to write a blog.  Not exactly sure why.  Perhaps I am trying to adjust to using Instagram and have been focusing more on uploading images there (  I am interested in connecting with other interesting photographers there, so take a minute and let me know where to find you.

We have a typhoon that is about to bear down on us.  The weather reports are threading / warning that it might be the largest to hit our area in more than 10 years.  Spent last night prepping our garden patio to brace against the winds to come.  Since we live on Tokyo Bay the winds are fierce without the typhoon behind it, when the typhoon hits it can be a bit ridiculous.

Keep us all in hearts and minds as it moves on though.  I pray that it moves quickly and without loss of life.




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