Sonel’s challenge this week is family. This family really grabbed my attention.
Sonel’s challenge this week is family. This family really grabbed my attention.
This weeks Travel Theme is benches. Here are a few from around New Zealand.
I have been thinking about lately. Yes I do think occasionally. About how we take it for granted we will have time to do the things we want…later. Too often we let it slide past us without making each second count.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon with two gorgeous ladies at an event in Tauranga to celebrate not only life but TIME as well.
Watching the afternoon unfold made me remember an important truth. No length of time seems long enough to accomplish all we want to. But if we make the most of it, live in every second as it happens…it is an eloquent sufficiency we leave behind in the memory of others !!
The Relay for Life happened in cities all over New Zealand.
Both of my friends are cancer survivors. They are beautiful, bright, feisty women who have made my TIME on this Earth better for their presence in my life. As they walked the SURVIVORS HONOUR LAP I had to run to keep ahead of them.
That doesn’t happen often with these ladies…me keeping ahead that is. But as I sure have fun trying, for now I will just keep hanging around them !!
Related Posts: Travel Theme: Time
I feel that I have been neglectful lately…life has gotten rather busy. But I did promise a post about the adventures of Marianne, her hubby and Moi
…so here goes.
On Sunday they arrived around lunchtime and we picked up right where we left off. What a wonderful couple they are. Watching them [after so many years of marriage] is like walking in to Aladdin’s Cave in the dark of night. Truly illuminating. This is how I have always imagined real love would look.
We spent the day at the A&P Show.
Chevvy, Jackie, Charlie and Crash did their best to make our visitors feel welcome. I have a sneaking suspicion they wormed their little furry and feathered selves in to a heart or two by the time they left.
After our Friday outing…I had no qualms about how easy it would be to have them stay, but I did have one amusing reaction to announcing their forthcoming visit. It proceeded along these lines.
Me: “I have visitors arriving from Spain on Sunday, I am taking them to the A&P Show before they head off Monday.”
Friend: “How do you know them?”
Me: “I met her through blogging.”
Friend, who suddenly had eyebrows that resembled Pricilla Presley’s: “You’ve never met? And they’re staying at your house!”
Friend: “Bloody hell. Have you got a lock on your bedroom door?”
At this point I resembled Chevvy rolling around on the ground…only laughing.
But seriously…that conversation showed me something. Something important. I still look for the good in things, not the bad. I still have hope that life is a treasure chest of bounty and I have many gifts yet to receive. One of those gifts came last week…the gift of new friendships.
So many types of love…that’s what makes it so interesting. Here is my version of love…Kiwi style.
There is the love that exists between an animal and a human…one I understand completely. They love you without reservation and with no expectations.
Young love always makes me smile [and yes my smiles always reach my toes], because it is so fresh, so full of promise.
This is Rob McGregor. Rob is a terrific New Zealand artist, and each year he runs an art retreat where he passes on his knowledge. His wonderful wife Joanne you might remember from my post FOREIGN. Joanne is a filmmaker among other things. Do click on Rob’s name and check out some of his wonderful work.
Just to finish off with one of my favourite dead people…here is a quote that says what love is just perfectly. I’ve made it my personal motto. Maybe I should hang it on the door. What do you think ?
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe
And a totally unrelated post where you can see all my images updated daily for the 365 day photo challenge.
You can also see them daily on my facebook page.
The surf was up – they ended up closing the beach. I ended up in hospital that night with suspected sunburn to my eyes. Possibly from taking photos without sunglasses. The eyes are all better now and at least I got these shots out of it all.
That gorgeous eye you are looking at is sore and yukky at the moment. I took him to the vet on Christmas Eve where they got a bucket load of debris/dirt out of it…he has antibiotic cream put in it every 3-4 hours, and is very patient with me doing that. Keep your fingers crossed it keeps improving and is ALL better soon. Oh and Charlie has made a friend. I found the two of them sitting on my deck the other morning. He has been trying to be friends with the other cats around here for so long…with little success. So this [if it progresses nicely] is great news. Charlie is a very social pussy cat.
Recent events have forced me to examine the concept of being true to one’s self. At times I believe we all fall under the misguided concept that we need to conform to how others view us to keep the status quo steady.
I have done that for the longest time. YEARS and YEARS. I now see that that is a flawed concept.
As I age I believe I have become more tolerant. The little things don’t get under my skin as they used to. In one area I have headed in the other direction. I will not accept being treated without honest respect for who I am.
Within the concept of being truer to myself I have found my voice. I have found the Jo who wanted to and did climb mountains.
While I may shed a tear at them passing from my life. I know that being true to myself sometimes means walking away from those who would mould you in to their concept of who you should be. It means ignoring those that would make you feel a lesser being because fear no longer forces you to stay silent, not cuss, or walk ahead as they huddle together in their sameness.
I have a concept of who I am…it evolves. I hold tight to the core – the parts that are the framework that keep me straight and steady. I gather new aspects from time to time. I discard the parts I feel no longer serve me.
It’s my concept. It will twist and spin and change. It will have days or weeks when it isn’t perfect. I will try things on like new clothes. Hanging the ones that I like in the cupboard that is me, to be worn when I want and how I want.
I will no longer fear to let you see the real me. As I do not fear to see the real you.
I use the following words.
…and on occasion [not often]
I have political, cultural, social and religious views and opinions. I will express my opinions on all those areas.
I know there are other fearless beings out there who are not afraid of others whose concepts of themselves are somewhat alien to their own. My hope is that we will find each other.
Some may choose to accept my concept of Jo and I will love you for it.
If you choose not to I will cherish the memories of you, let you go and hope you find someone more suitable to spend your time with.
For this designing/building/moulding of the concept I hold of who I am…who I want to be, is too important for me to ever let go of again.
So go on over to Jake’s. Take the flying dragon and see what others think of CONCEPT.
This week I am putting my own spin on Jake’s theme of Surroundings. As you all know I tried my hand at taking a few wedding photos last week. Because I was a guest I had to sit on my chair and snap away from there. This meant that there were a lot people in the surroundings I couldn’t avoid including in the shots. often distracting from what it was I wanted to portray.
Luckily I like editing…a lot. So I thought I’d show you some photos.
With and without the surroundings. What do you think ?
The title in truth has absolutely nothing to do with this post. But after having spent ten minutes trying to think one up…well, that’s what I think of titles.
Today at some point little old Chronicles of Illusions will pass the 300,000 hit mark. That’s me being very presumptuous and going on the usual number of daily visits. It actually blows my mind that I have reached that figure in the 612 days since I started blogging.
This is my 640th post. I have shared photos with you, poetry, stories, personal details, and my dreams as well. I had no idea just how far Chronicles would take me when I pressed that publish button for the first time.
I started Chronicles as part of my plan for world domination. No – I’m not joking. While 300,000 is pretty good I am going to have to up my game if I intend to succeed. Damn it there’s billions of you out there.
But what I have found in reality is worth more than world domination. I found you. You who have shared parts of yourselves with me. You have educated me, made me laugh, sometimes made me cry. We’ve discussed books and films, countries, people [good and bad], recipes, family stories and most importantly little pieces of yourselves.
Recently we’ve been discussing how the anonymity of the internet isn’t always a good thing. And sadly it isn’t. But the thing that I love about the technological changes that have occurred on the net is its reach. Before, I lived in a world that centres on a very small part of this universe. Most of you would never have come within my grasp. And I would have been poorer for it.
Someone once said to me that the internet was a poor substitute for friendship. I disagree. It is just a different type of friendship. Like the pen friends I had as a kid. Yesterday I was talking to a friend about this and they asked me: “What do you get from it though?”
“Other than a lot of free beds when I travel.” I queried.
“But they might be all…weirdos,” they replied.
“Actually I am quite sure some of them are,” I said. “But so I am I so we fit perfectly.”
“But you don’t really know them.”
“Not yet maybe…but I’m learning to.”
So…to all of you I should like to say:
Thank you !!!
For taking the time to visit, to share, to get to know me, to let me get to know you.
And here’s to the next 300,000 visits.
In closing I’d like to share a favourite poem of mine. It says very eloquently how I feel about all of you. My long distance friends.
Invocation – Rod McKuen
It may happen
that in some hidden
you’ll rise up
and come to me
in solitude or silence.
We will meet
as we have met
on a train or at the end
of some new train of thought.
My last post [What happened to being kind to one another ??] was written because I saw what was to me an unjustifiable attack on someone because of her weight. As your replies rolled in I began to ponder whether or not my post was also a form of bullying. In essence I too was being critical of another human being.
After much thought I felt I needed to offer the blogger a chance to reply to my post out of a sense of fairness. Perhaps I had mistaken her intent. Perhaps I had misjudged her. And then – perhaps not.
It would seem not only am I a man [she addresses me as Joe] but due to my past I am in a “serious mental breakdown” and need help:
because of your own internal relationship with food, being overweight, the early death of your mother, your relationship with your father and the many, many places you were forced to live at as a child has molded you.
The post I discussed is no longer available for viewing. Though the link is still up at the Weekly Photo Challenge: Big
Here’s my submission. Be prepared to laugh!
So why after keeping her anonymity am I longer doing so ? She crossed a line with the last sentence of her reply when speaking of my child.
And the blogger has come to Chronicles under the name ‘anonymous photographer.’ to tell me not only to get help but…well…I have no words for what she said in the comment.
My comment to her was :
I have debated about telling you that I blogged about this post of yours because I was unsure as to your reaction. However, I feel you have the right to know I discussed this and what I said. I will give free reign to your comments so long as you remain polite. Which is what I tried to do with you before. You are of course also welcome to post any of the comments I made on this blog should you wish to.
I am not approving her reply on my blog as this will allow her access in the future. I do not want this to turn in to a saga of back and forthing. I shall post it here.Why – because I do not believe ALL Americans feel this way. While My Life in Focus feels it is NOT bullying…when reading the following from her comment…I feel terribly sorry for the woman in the photo and for what she is to experience the next time this blogger sees her because:
I am doing this fat women harm by keeping my mouth shut. Next time I see her, I am going to tap her on her shoulder and tell her she looks and dresses inappropriately. She is fat and overweight. She is disfigured and deformed due to her excessive eating.
This woman had in my opinion a ‘Rubenesque’ bum that at any one time you might have seen Jennifer Lopez sporting. I’ve seen obese. I’ve been obese. This woman is not obese. But as the photo is gone you can’t judge that for yourself.
Or can you ? What if someone had downloaded that photo ? Taken a screen capture of the post itself. I shall investigate the possibility.
I shall now leave it to you to decide who it is that has a mental health issue.
After this post I shall not be spending anymore time on this one.
From anonymous photographer…
I understand you are from another country so I will excuse your ignorance. Here in America we have a serious obesity problem. The obesity is so rampant here in our country that it has become a national epidemic. 60% of our children are so overweight that they have heart problems as well as diabetes. Our government has decided that it can no longer be silent nor accept or be tolerant of this disease. That’s what being overweight is: a disease. Treating citizens with diabetes and heart disease has also been a drag on our national financial resources. Hospitals are inundated with higher and higher medical costs treating this disease. The problem has become so large and excessive our government has had to intervene.
Last month, as per President Obama, all public schools throughout our country have modified our student lunches to now be low-fat and calorie restrictive in an attempt to bring our obesity problems under control. Students now eat lunches that are under 700 calories vs the 1500 calories they ate previously. Here in New York City where I live, our mayor banned all restaurants and take-away from using high saturated fats in their food preparation. Our Mayor gave the food companies one full year to modify their recipes and remove all trans fats from the food products. Last month our Mayor also banned the sale of sugary drinks above 12 ounces. Other cities and towns across this great nation have also made new laws and modified food intake to all our citizens in a way to help bring our obesity epidemic at bay.
This is NOT bulling, as you have suggested. Do you think our President Obama and his wife, Michelle Obama are bullies because they passed laws to curtain the health of our obese population? Our own President has called us what we are: FAT! Americans are fat. We have now become the fattest people on the planet. Do you think we should be tolerant and silent as more and more of our friends, family, co-workers become sicker and sicker and die an early, painful death each and every day? This has nothing to do with the rights of women or acceptance of their body weight. We Americans can no longer accept our overweight children and adults. We are fat and if nothing is done about it, we shall all die an early, unnatural, painful death.
Thanks to President Obama we all have national health insurance. We all realize that if all of us are to receive health care we all must ban together and make sure we are all healthy, as to keep costs down. We Americans will no longer tolerate nor accept being overweight. We are all encouraged to eat better and to exercise. Massive education programs are now being taught throughout our country. Our elected politicians are passing laws banning fried foods and super-sized meal. We are being encouraged to start our own gardens and prepare our own meals.
Many Americans are in denial of this epidemic. Because of this we can no longer be tolerant and understanding nor accepting of our overweight population. We can no longer be concerned about hurt feelings or so-called ‘women’s tender feelings’. We are fat and if something isn’t done immediately, we will be fatter, more un-healthy and more of a strain on our economy.
The street photography photo I took of an obese woman, who was so hideous overweight in her ass is a perfect example of the denial most Americans exemplify. She thinks she is a size 2 yet she squeezed her fat size ass 16 into a skinny woman’s clothing. She was pathetic. She was ridiculous. She was laughable. She is a disgrace. Our continuing to be silent over her appearance just propagates the lie and the denial. This is not about her right to be who she wants to be anymore. This is not about her right to dress and be whomever she wants to be. Here in America today this kind of attitude can no longer be accepted. Obesity is a national disease. Obesity in America has weakened our national defense system as many new recruits are turned away due to their weight. I am wrong to keep my mouth shut over this woman’s weight. I am wrong to ignore and accept her appearance. I am doing this fat women harm by keeping my mouth shut. Next time I see her, I am going to tap her on her shoulder and tell her she looks and dresses inappropriately. She is fat and overweight. She is disfigured and deformed due to her excessive eating.
People like her need to be laughed at. People like her need to be told they are fat and overweight. These people need help. The tolerance of the past isn’t working. We need to get more aggressive and active. We can no longer be concerned about ‘hurt feelings’. Our citizens are dying because of their obesity. Personally, now, I see it as my national duty to inform this woman because I just may be saving her life. And the life of her baby daughter she paraded up and down the avenue in her baby carriage, while exposing her own fat ass, in extremely tight, see-through leggins for all the town to see.
From reading your blog Jo, I realized that because of your own internal relationship with food, being overweight, the early death of your mother, your relationship with your father and the many, many places you were forced to live at as a child has molded you. You have placed your own mental shortcomings and insecurities onto my photo. You have wrongly internalized your own mental anguishes and problems onto my street photography. 99% of people who have viewed my photo have called it ‘hilarious’. It’s probably an American thing and not a New Zealand thing. We Americans can no longer accept nor tolerate obese people. The gloves are off. We are in a battle. We need to save lives, help our children get their weight under control and get our health issues back in line. You Jo, have blown this matter all out of proportion due to your own mental issues. As I have stated you do need to see a psychiatrist and the fact that you wrote an entire post about this, gave your readers a distorted version of something that didn’t even happen makes me think all the more that you are in a serious mental breakdown.
I only wish you the best. Please get the help you need. If not for yourself, do it for your daughter.
I know how this makes me feel. There are almost no words to describe it. I would love to hear how it makes you feel.
Recently I came across something that disturbed me. In my travels on the web I saw a photo that had been put up on a blog – of a woman. Well a woman’s behind actually. When I first saw it I thought ‘WOW’, how cool. A celebration of this gorgeous piece of female form.
Now we females, we come in all shapes and sizes. Some of us have actually been all shapes and sizes. Over the course of 54 years my weight has seesawed more times that I like to think about. There have been times when I was very unhappy with how heavy I was and the shape I was. In a recent post I even mentioned a photo of me on a beach.
There have also been times when I was happy until someone made some unkind remark that hurt. For example, as a young woman one day I was out at the beach with two friends. One male, one female. I was happy, having fun, until my girlfriend made a remark about my ‘flabby belly’ and my happiness meter took a nosedive. I’m sure she meant well. And we were young. Sometimes the young speak before they think of what their words will do.
When I look back at that time – honestly I would kill for the body I had then. So I guess what I want to say is it is all relevant.
Not so long ago I was – well BIG. For years I had battled my weight due to two broken backs which meant a rather sedentary lifestyle for a while. More mobility of late and a healthier lifestyle have luckily meant a reduction in size.
When I was big I tended to hide under both dowdy and large clothing. Most fashion tips tell you this is NOT the way to go. You just make yourself look bigger they say. I never possessed the confidence to wear figure hugging clothes. Trinny and Suzannah would have had a field day with me. But oh how I loved looking at women who did have that confidence. I still do.
With their beautiful bigger bodies they flaunted larger than life colours and clothes that gave them curves. As the mother of a daughter I have from day one tried to make her understand that no matter what shape she is she is beautiful. I have also tried to teach her that she MUST march to her own drum [she does that all right], no matter what others expect of her.
So where am I going with this you ask ?
Why was I disturbed by someone’s photo ?
Along with the photo [in my opinion], came words that mocked and ridiculed this woman’s decisions regarding the clothing she was wearing. With words the blogger invited others to mockery.
Here’s my submission. Be prepared to laugh!
Is what was displayed asking people to visit the blog. But in my opinion worse was to come. Above the photo of this woman’s bottom were more derogatory remarks.
In the past I would have simply done nothing. But the times they are a changing. So I politely commented that I was dismayed at the post and what it represented. An exchanged ensued. I thought it was quite a polite exchange on both sides as to the pros and cons of her stance. I was even complimented on how I look and dress, to which I said thank you.
I made the point that I thought her post a little unkind, hurtful even to this woman. She replied that the woman’s clothing was inappropriate for her size. I responded that I thought it was a little presumptuous of her to feel she should dictate how this woman should clothe herself. Still all very polite conversation.
Now back to the whale [me] on the beach. You see had someone taken a photo like this one [other than the friend I was with] and then placed it in a public forum such as a blog and invited discussion as to whether they should tell me my attire wasn’t as great as I thought it was, I know how that would have made me feel. I am warning you – DO NOT zoom in !!!!
You tried to didn’t you ??? Doesn’t work people. I’m not completely silly.
Which led me to wondering if the blogger has ever thought about; “What if it was me they were discussing…or my daughter?” And what if that daughter came across the post. Read that others were snickering about her. Unlikely ?? Perhaps, but I garner from our conversation these two women live in the same town…so possible. Stranger things have happened.
To cut a longer story short I replied to a comment by this blogger that I thought she was actually missing my point. We are [or should be] free to be ourselves.
She deleted all comments by me – as is her right. But I did send her this comment.
I am sorry that you felt the need to erase my comments on here. I did not think they were disrespectful…just merely pointing out how others may read your words. I am sorry if I hit a nerve.
To which I received the following reply.
There is something seriously wrong with you. You need to see a shrink or head doctor. You are some fucked up broad. Do yourself a favor (and me too) go back into your world of illusion.
Ummm…I should point out here that I never actually leave my world of illusion.
You are probably asking yourself why am I bothering:
Because it saddens me. It is to me a statement of the loss of kindness and empathy that infects this world. It is a statement about how judgmental we have become as a species. I am reminded of a news item I read recently about a young female broadcaster.
Jennifer Livingston spoke of trying to laugh of the very hurtful attack on her appearance but how her friends and family could not. The blogger I speak of would possibly respond that Jennifer dresses appropriately. This was one of her points in the comments she later deleted. I have difficulty in seeing any real difference. Both are attacks on the way someone looks.
Livingston replied on air that “the truth is, I am overweight — you can call me fat — and yes, even obese on a doctor’s chart. But to the person who wrote me that letter, do you think I don’t know that? That your cruel words are pointing out something that I don’t see? You don’t know me. You are not a friend of mine. You are not a part of my family…you know nothing about me but what you see on the outside, and I am much more than a number on a scale.”
She also talks about the problem that this type of bullying has become in society and on the internet. Of how the internet has become a weapon. And of how internet bullying is a behaviour that is learned, passed down from the adults who indulge in it, to the children who see Mummy and Daddy using the internet to criticize and ridicule others.
On air she says: ” If you are at home, and you are talking about the FAT news lady, guess what ? Your children are probably going to go to school and call someone fat.”
She’s right. These children then go on to bully other children on social media websites. Ridiculing their peers and sometimes driving these vulnerable children to suicide.
So for me [like I said - the times they are a changing] it is time to speak out when I see behaviour that is unacceptable. Yes I have always been quite vocal when I see injustice. Now I see I have not been vocal enough. Because apathetic responses to injustice only allow this type of behaviour to flourish and garner an appearance of acceptability within society.
I believe that along with kindness we need to also learn responsibility. And not just for our own behaviour but for those around us. Silence is what allows bullies to get away with it. How often have you stood by while another was bullied and badgered ? I have, to my eternal shame, stood by in the past.
I justified it with: “After all it’s not my problem. Why should I get involved ?” That makes me just as guilty as the bully. I can’t change the past. But I can and will change the way I behave both now and in the future. I will no longer watch – afraid to step up and speak up.
My hope is that my behaviour will teach my children to do the same.
Have my words had any effect ? Probably not going on the blogger’s last comment to me. What I do hope is that by speaking out I will encourage others to do the same in similar situations. And if enough people say: “stop, this is unacceptable”, maybe, just maybe people will think before they do things such as this a second time.
Related post: Kindness need not apply if you’re overweight apparently…
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss
My Happy = all of the following.
“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
“People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
― Abraham Lincoln
“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”
― Dalai Lama XIV
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust
Part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Happy
I don’t know about you – but I love my stats. I love seeing who comes and goes on my blog, what they visit, where they are from, how they get there. So far today this is what has been happening on my blog.
Can you see yourself anywhere on here ??? Let me know !!!!
In the last hour and a half I have had visitors from.
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People visited other sites from my blog.
The following are some images from the Occupy Wall Street protests happening around the world.
I love it when people stand up for what they feel.
I wish these guys all that they wish themselves.
Good Luck guys !!!!!!!!!!!
If you want to know more about the protests Occupy Wall Street is the protestors official site.
There is a live stream so you can get up to date news about sites and happenings.
After having spent a week camping in Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania, with only enough water for drinking, plus one cup per day to clean teeth and wash with, the opportunity to wash my hair at this petrol station was too tempting – within minutes the rest of the women on the truck were happily following my example.
The locals had been crossing the street when we came near, to avoid the smelly white folk – and this provided them with a good dose of laughter.
These guys decided to make their own opportunity. We came upon a stretch of road where a tree had fallen across. It was too heavy to move, and as we stood pondering a solution out they jumped from the jungle, offering to chop away with their machetes to rid the road of the tree – for a price of course. The tree cleared, we paid them and drove away only to look back to see them already busy felling another tree for the next group of unwary travellers.
Of all the animals I have encountered these birds would have to be the most opportunistic of the animal kingdom.
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Acting Prime Minister Mahmoud Jibril has announced today that Col Muammar Gaddafi was taken alive, but died of bullet wounds minutes before reaching hospital.
Already videos of him asking for mercy are all over the web.
Photos of his bloodied corpse.
Photos of his hiding place with captions that make fun of him.
I’ve watched from afar as he played out his often deadly and heartbreaking whims on his people. And sometimes on the peoples of other nations.
It saddens me that once again potential became the sword of tragedy.
Gaddafi – although his opponents would have you believe different – was not a stupid man. As the leader of Libya he had the possibility to do great things. Great things for his people, great things for his country.
Libya is in the top 10 countries for proven oil resources.
In the 1980′s Libya was one of the wealthiest countries in the world, and its GDP per capita was better than New Zealand’s.
While Libya has problems with poor quality soil for agriculture and access to drinking water (a problem being addressed after the search for oil discovered huge aquifers of fresh water), Gaddafi had the opportunity to make Libya a great nation.
Instead, like so many others who battle the pull of corruption and lose, Gaddafi built himself an empire on the blood and broken bones of his people.
Today the people of Libya have within their grasp freedoms they not so long ago never expected to see. Many ordinary citizens of that land died in the pursuit of those freedoms.
It seems to me much wrongdoing and immorality comes from greed, and the need to control others.
Dominance and its evil are out there in so many forms. From the domestic arena, where one partner holds another captive through to the likes of Gaddafi. They do it all through the installation of fear in their victims.
Yet it remains a false power. For true power can only arise when it comes from a place of love and trust. Without those, it will always crumble and disintegrate. Yes – it may take time. But crumble it will.
With each dereliction of the duty that comes with power, the foundation, that these despots from all walks of lives have built for themselves, weakens. They ignore their responsibilities – the very things that serve to strengthen bonds between themselves and others.
And because they are blind to their own actions, days such as today happen. Days when false power is brought down and people can begin to rebuild their lives.
On days like today – I celebrate that for once the good guys are winning, but I mourn the capacity that exists within us as a species that makes days like today necessary at all.
The human face.
There are so many ways to see it.
There is such art in it.
There is such variation.
These are shots I took while in Africa.
I took a lot of photos – and yes there were many of the magical beasts that roar across the dusty earth.
I recorded the twists in the land, and rolling earth.
But the faces of Africa.
Ah – the faces – of that – there was not enough time to record all those wonderful faces.
Customs also prevented it at times.
But when I had both time and permission.
That for me was the rhythm of Africa.
And their faces told its tales and they sung its songs.
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