monday

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

Dancing Orange Blossoms

Yellow Up Between the Pavement

Love Life in Yellow

Walking in that Magic 15

Monday, September 20th, 2010

Photography and cinematography books always talk about shooting in the magic hour.  That time when the sun is setting and the light takes on a magic golden glow.  This is all true, except for the fact that the time is more like only 15 minutes of golden light.  I love it when my walk home coincides with that golden light.  The ordinarily beautiful bathes in that liquid gold.

A/C Unit, the Sun and Me

Sunnyside of the Mailbox

A Good Day to be Out

Rusting Out on a Monday

Monday, May 10th, 2010

This Monday was pretty much usual, except for my best mate catching a bad cold, and sweating it out.  Drizzle came down for a little bit today on my way home, and will return for most of Tuesday.  So, my sights became focused in.  Trying to find some reason to the sometimes haphazard madness that is a Monday.

Slash It Up in Rust, Red and White

Wired in Blue

Under the Macro Monday

Monday, April 26th, 2010

The day started off lovely enough.  The sun was high overhead and the warmth filtered though my skin and into my bones.  On by daily stroll to and from the station, I paused to take stock the rest i had been blessed with over the weekend.  I felt energized, and all lit up around me.  I looked closely, real close to see what was in store for my lens today.  Macro, the minute detail, enlarged to be observed by the viewer.

The one powerful seed that was begun the process of breaking down the wall.  Making Babylon crumble to the ground.  It is just a weed.  Something others will just uproot.  I just want to see it grow and prosper.

Enlarge it up so that you can see the inter connections of the world.

Lost Pendant and Keys on Ticket Machine

Slipping Though the Cracks of Babylon

Lost Bubble Key Chain, Urayasu

Monday Slices

Monday, April 19th, 2010

A litte bit lost, a little bit running into the wall, that is a typical Monday for most.  This poor super hero got a HUGE heart, but he is lost and waiting for his familiar sidekick to return.  A key, to what, for whom?  Only the owner would know.  Some authentic fake urban nature.

Got to love Mondays, or do we?

Lost Super Beat with a Heart

Urban Nature with Hata and Stone

The Key to Under the Overpass

Rainy, Abstracted Monday

Monday, August 31st, 2009

The rain, or should I say typhoon weather has hit Tokyo.  It has been no stop raining

since last night.  I wanted to go out for a wander, but the weather says otherwise.  I guess

I will head out tomorrow.

In the meantime.  I am feeling unrealistic, I am feeling distracted, a bit abstracted.

Protection

Walking Residue

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