death

Celebrate Life, Not Death

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

The weather yesterday was gorgeous.  The sun was bright.  The air was cool and dry.  A slight breeze was blowing through town.  I was thinking to myself how beautiful life can be if you only take the time to enjoy it.  To open our eyes to the world full of pain and sorrow to see that there is beauty in the living world.

I have continued to be completely obsessed with observing the spring.  All the colors that dance with in my sight at every step, anywhere I go these days.  The flowers are survivors.  They are thrivers even in the most difficult of situations.  Their roots reach down and squeeze in between the cracks to seek out the nutrients from the earth, as the colored petals open up to receive the sun’s rays.

It wasn’t until I got back to the station and hopped on the train that I checked the news on my cellphone.  The top story was Osama Bin Laden has been killed in Pakistan.  I had no real emotional reaction to it at that time.  I felt kind of numb.  I felt no joy in the news.

I read through the story and still felt not much of anything.  I wasn’t surprised.  It was as if i was saying to myself, “Ok, now what?”  After the news sank in a bit I began to wonder what is this going to mean in our lives.  Are we truly going to be safer.  I think now.  Now that the number one evil doer in the world has been killed, I thought to myself, what are they now going to use as the poster boy of evil?

I was sadden to see the young Americans out in the street rejoicing in the death of someone.  Even though that someone in no way was a good soul.  My heart tells me that rejoicing in the demise of someone else is just wrong.

I began to think about these young people.  Most of them were of the college years.  They were just children when 911 happened.  They know nothing than what the media has been feeding them over the last 10 years.  In the words of my friend Jerry Kolber It saddened my heart to see them “celebrating as if we had won the world series of baseball!”

We, as human beings, should celebrate LIFE, not death.  Life is worth living.  Life is worth more that all the billions spent in the name of war.  We should celebrate life, the happiness in our lives.  The color and joys that fill up our days.  At the same time we need to be vigil and remember the great incalculable cost to kill one man.

So I choose life.  I will celebrate life, not death.  We cannot let hatred rule our lives, because hate will only breed more hate.  Love can conquer hate, but it is the more difficult way.

For me the flowers and their hues are life.  I celebrate the joy that they bring to my heart.  Let your hearts be open to love to dispel the hate.

One Love

from Tokyo

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Life, Death and the Beautiful in Between

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

Headaches makes one take stock, reevaluate, stand up and be counted.  This past week being troubled by headaches even though I am officially off of work, and suppose to be able to relax.  Not able too.  I started thinking back to my trip to Paris in 2007, the trip and love of a lifetime.  To be surrounded by such beautiful culture, good people, like Frederic, Ann Sophie, and Patrick, who helped to introduce my wife and i to their city.  All was beautiful.  My only worry was which film to load, and where should we stop to have a noisette.

 

This all leads me to here.

Where are we going before our bones lay under the cities walls.  There is so much joy in between.

We need, I need to seek out the joy.  Love the precious life that we are given.

Love

Boy, Steps, Paris, Life

Where We All End Up, Paris Catacombe

The Cherry Blossoms are Just About Gone. . . .

Saturday, April 11th, 2009

In Ichikawa, Chiba the other day, I stood on a bridge overlooking a small river moving though the town.  I watched the petals drift down the river, thinking to myself, see you in 2010.

 

Drifting to Memory, 2009

Analog Died a Little More Today

Friday, April 10th, 2009

Walking back to the station in Ichikawa, Chiba, my heart dropped down around my ankles today.  The Oaba Photo Studio is No More.  It was there a few months ago.  Yes, it was decaying, and empty, a hollow shell of what it most have been.  

The papers that lay in its window were faded from years of exposure.  But that is all gone now.  At this time huge canvas sheets protect the road from the debris from its destruction.  Several bright orange cones keep the viewers back.

Sigh, so yes, the Obara Photographic Studio will be missed.  Another piece of analog history dies.

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The Oaba Photographic Studio, 2008

Taken with the Fujipet 120 camera

 

Obara Studio is No More

The Oaba Photographic Studio Is No More, 2009

We Once Were Flowers, Too

Thursday, April 9th, 2009

Wandering the backstreets of the Roppongi district in Tokyo yesterday, I came across a little alley with a withering flower.  It must have been gorgeous just a few hour, days ago.  Look closely, what do you see.  Roppongi is undergowing a makeover of an epic scale.

the side streets.

the quiet street.

away from the urban swamp that is tokyo

beauty, imagination, time racing to stand still.

 

Once We Were Flowers Too

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