Lunchtime Photos April 7, 2009

Lunchtime Photos April 2, 2009

Lunchtime Photos April 1, 2009

a stretch i made to shoot two days a week for one month, whatever, wherever i want. unedited and uninterpreted.

Me and Hope

This is a little story about hope. These are tough times. How many times have you heard that today? It's almost to the point where we've become desensitized to the struggle millions of people are having. It's all over the media - radio, tv, web. Seems we're flooded with hard times and struggle. Maybe. Maybe not.

For those of you who know me, you know I look at life through a different lens. I see life as opportunity to learn, opportunity to teach. Sure there are people 'struggling'. What makes that so bad. Some of the most beautiful things were born through struggle.



Now, for the sake of the story, we'll call this little peanut shown in the picture, Hope. You see, her parents are friends of ours. My wife and the mother of Hope go a LONG way back. While she was in the womb, there were doctors talking of problems, you know difficulties. Apparently she wasn't growing as much as they would have liked. We all figured, ah, in time, Hope will come around. Let's not worry too much.

In the months ahead, her growth was at a rate that made many people scared - including me. Fear was starting to build. Questions were starting to arise. What was going on - what was happening to Hope.

The doctors decided to bring our little peanut into this world a little early. They figured they could take care of her outside the womb more carefully - more cautiously.

For months, our little peanut struggled. She struggled to eat. She struggled to grow. She struggled to live.

~ take a breath

Through all of that struggle, I witnessed the beauty of Hope. She brought friends together. She kept family first. She brought joy and beauty to wherever she was by simply existing. By simply being who she is.

You see, my belief is that Hope never saw the struggle. She never experienced the hard times. My belief is that Hope simply is. She is love. She is joy. She is family. She is friends. Through her existence, through her being, she lives in love. She lives in joy. She lives in Hope!

Much Love Peanut.

- greg

Open your eyes...

A saw a headline today in the news about a 78 year old man who was a victim to a hit and run and no one stopped to help him. (Story found here). Yesterday, on my way home from work, I saw a collection of items in the road, that apparently didn't belong there, taking up an entire lane. As I approached closer, I saw there was a woman in an SUV pulled to the side of the road preparing to collect her items that leaped from her car. Cars ahead of me slowed down, moved to the other lane and simply passed by. Others didn't even bother slowing down, just jetting to the other lane and cruising by. I stopped and parked my car to protect her items, got out and carried her children's stroller to her truck for her. Her kids were in the back watching everything go down.

So I think to myself, WTF. Please don't get me wrong, I realize this could be read as some holier-than-though bull crap. That is in no way my intention. I want people to wake up! Come on now, there are more people living in this world along with you. Where's the compassion, where's the community, where's the love???

-- I'm reminded suddenly of an earlier blog about the child I found wondering in the parking lot. (Read about it here) --

One question I've learned to ask myself through the years is "what is this about for me?".

My first reaction to this is anger. I get pissed off that people are so self-absorbed that the entire world around them is a blur...almost non-existent. They walk around bumping into people while texting. They talk blindly on their cell phones while standing right next to you with no regard to tone. If I were to embrace this anger, I'd probably end up grabbing someone, smacking them upside the head and saying... Shit! You know what? It doesn't matter. Probably wouldn't make a difference. Anger breads nothing but anger.

As I look deeper I see the fear. The fear feels like a dark cloud circling around my stomach. It shortens my breath. It tightens my chest. My fear is that these people will endanger me, my wife, my family. These people will ignore me if I fall and need them. These people will ignore my cries for help. Am I really alone?

Still deeper I see the sadness. The sadness feels like a river of tears flowing through my entire being. It weighs on my heart. It weighs on my soul. I can taste the salt. My sadness is around the belief that people are not inherently good. That people don't care for each other. That people aren't interested in loving. That people aren't interested in me.

I've learned much about myself over the years. I know that I am a loving man. I am a man who chooses to be compassionate, chooses to be part of the community...part of the village. I am a man who strives to live my life with integrity, who strives to hold myself accountable for each and every one of my actions. I am also a man who needs people. I need people in my life to nourish, to nourish me. I need people in my life to love. This is part of my core...part of who I am.

So what to do?

I can choose to live my life as I am, simply allowing you to be who you are. I can choose to stand up and get on the nearest soap box and start screaming at the top of my lungs for you to wake up. I can allow the feelings and the judgments to absorb me, to fall into a depressive stupor and loose myself in the experience.

~ take a breath

WAIT! I have another idea...

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other'
doesn't make any sense.

~ Rumi


Not only open your eyes...open your heart.

- greg

Monocacy - Up Close And Personal : Part V

The Big Picture.

As I wrap up my series for the Monocacy, I want to take a look at what this project has taught me, us, along the way.

With Part I (found here), I shared my intention of the project. My hope was (and still is) for you to become part of the photograph; to remind you that you are part of something bigger; to remind you that everything and everyone is connected.

With Part II (found here) I brought you into the peace of nature. I provided you with an opportunity to experience the calmness, the magic of what's all around you - all of the time. My hope is you were reminded that wherever you are, whenever it may be, there is a peace of nature along with you to ground you - to remind you.

With Part III (found here) I opened myself up further with some of my frustration and anger. I was forced to take a good look in the mirror and come face to face with the battles that lie within. My hope was to allow you to do the same. Take a look into where you fit and what it is you may want to do differently.

With Part IV (found here) my hope was to remind you that life is full of choice. Every moment can be viewed in many ways and accepting and embracing life for what it is, without judgment, could be peaceful and fulfilling.

So, as this project comes to an end, I thank you for walking this journey with me. Knowing in some way that all of us who have read this will embrace life differently, perhaps more aware, fills me with great joy and hope.

~ take a breath

Namaste.

- greg

Monocacy - Up Close And Personal : Part IV

Redirected.

The water flows freely, following the path it has carved for centuries. Suddenly, there's something in the way...what could it do? It does what it has been doing for as long as rivers flowed - it embraces it and move through. What happens to the water though? Does it change? Look at it.

Lines that once were now become curves. Stillness now becomes turbulence. Light becomes shadow. Is it different? Or is it more?

I see this image and I'm reminded of life and the choices I have. There are times when my life is moving along smoothly, comfortably, even peacefully. Then suddenly, there's a stump in my way. I have many choices. I can avoid it completely. I have learned, though, that if I do, I will be facing that stump again. I can pretend it isn't there at all. I have learned, though, that if I do, I'm only lying to myself. I can replace it with something else - another stump perhaps. I have learned, though, that this is no way to live.

There is another way!

I can learn from the water. I can embrace it and move through. I have learned that if I step back and see the stump as part of the water - part of life - and not a hindrance, I can take in the beauty it creates - the curves, the turbulence, the shadows.

~ take a breath

Life is choice - every moment can be viewed in many ways. I choose to dance with the beauty created by the stump.

- greg

There are additional images from the Monocacy available on a blog-only section of my website. I hope you find them pleasing.