tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111002292024-03-14T02:09:01.527+07:00dearvahdand so here it is, ladies and gentlemen, a territory where you can find some footnotes of vahd's life. it contains his ideas, interests, stories, pictures and, sometimes, the most important nonsense of his life... haa!Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-30536338225722476662017-09-14T00:59:00.000+07:002017-09-14T08:08:02.407+07:00onetoday you are one<br />
a little story of our own<br />
a statement of grace, a proof of miracle.<br />
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one you are today<br />
and many more may come your way<br />
be courageous and truthful, be swift and helpful.<br />
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your presence a healing, a source of joy<br />
your absence a longing, come return soon.<br />
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our little one, our morning sun<br />
run if so you want<br />
and catch your dream, your path<br />
jump if so you dare<br />
and grab those shining stars<br />
cry if so you feel<br />
then laugh again with merriment, strength and new determination.<br />
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may you stay forever you.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-48729369884508459692016-07-08T22:30:00.001+07:002016-07-08T22:30:30.800+07:00lebaranrealising a long-planned trip is always a nice thing to do. especially when the trip is for a vacation. high expectation lingers until the day come when you finally can go. you pack those bags, mark the check list of things to do, to bring, to settle, and so on. <div>
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earlier this week, i took a seventeen hour trip on malabar train from bandung in west java, to malang, here in the east. no, it was not the quickest way to get here from jakarta. but compared to the exhausting traffic jam experienced by those travelling with cars - it's not the slowest method either. </div>
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Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-4574217986845599972016-06-02T04:58:00.000+07:002016-06-02T04:58:56.006+07:00calea victorieithis very afternoon i wandered alone through the calea victoriei in bucharest city. those light steps were perhaps similar to the ones i took fourteen years ago when i last came here in 2002, and also a year before - the time i first visited romania in 2001.<br />
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there are several unthinkable experiences in your life that you feel so humbled to encounter. deeply grateful. when your sight was curiously taken back through time, seeing yourself walking, and then you are amazed to realise something. your heart is capable to feel and understand - even though perhaps your mind couldn't hardly derive any conclusion.<br />
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this is the same bucuresti. with its calea, piata, strada and, located in orlando ten, the ambasada republicii indonezia. that was where i, as a curious stranger, used to play badminton with other curious strangers.<br />
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who knows where will i be in the next fourteen or fifteen years? what would bucharest be like? i need no definite answer.<br />
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to me, more than anything - this third visit to romania feels as if a curtain has been shed and a window has been opened before my eyes. enabling me to recollect, reflect and always be thankful. for the journey, the friendships, the compassions, the lessons, that shape this attitude, which i probably shall carry through the rest of my life.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-62709464723587184982013-12-17T07:10:00.002+07:002013-12-19T09:03:08.685+07:00harpers ferry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"...perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat and coverin' the crossroad i'm standin' at. or maybe it's the weather or somethin' like that. but mama, you been on my mind..."Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-36527261050237539652013-12-06T07:06:00.000+07:002013-12-06T07:07:03.059+07:00nameplease tell me again - slowly if you can - how to correctly spell your name;<br />
for i've tried it many times, with attempts to make it rhyme and sound quite like mine.<br />
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just right there and then - you said it again that everything happened for a reason;<br />
and when i missed by a blink, how to correctly write your name, it also happened with a good lesson.<br />
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maybe i don't know the name. or maybe ours' is the same. <br />
<br />Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-27609345130835722962013-09-03T00:12:00.000+07:002013-09-03T00:21:46.001+07:00gardenwent home for the second time this year. with a handful of things to do, things to say, things to remember and things to forget.<br />
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people to meet and people to greet. rendezvous of hearts, joyful days to celebrate, surrounded by relatives and friends.<br />
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the mandates i was tasked to carry and fulfil. the assignments entrusted upon me to complete. as a second secretary, and as a restless bee. trying to make sense of it all:<br />
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how long does it take for flowers to realise that the sun is shining and that the season is right for them to bloom?<br />
<br />Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-28713320959238294222013-06-27T05:57:00.001+07:002013-06-27T05:58:48.451+07:00snailthat morning while walking along a wet pavement,<br />
he gently eased a snail to the safety of a grass<br />
with his toe.<br />
to spare anyone passing a dirty shoe<br />
or the pain of even a small murder.<br />
the snail did not know what had happened<br />
and that its life had been spared -<br />
and might even cross the pavement again -<br />
but a giant the snail could not see or comprehend<br />
had given it another chance of life.<br />
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"i wondered if perhaps the same had happened<br />
to me some time in my life<br />
when unbeknown to me,<br />
some thing or some one<br />
had gently eased me to safety<br />
with the touch of a toe."Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-73686467191163542532013-06-18T11:36:00.002+07:002013-06-27T00:38:24.012+07:00incognitaa note written with a date mark of april 27, several years ago - which i first discovered in my late oxford days. not quite sure who it was he, victor, wrote it for.<br />
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"...turn from the wall, and shrug off your coat of many sorrows. there are a thousand smiles waiting to guide you through the coming days.<br />
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turn not to the wall, but to the mirror, for there are eyebrow lines and white teeth so perfect that you overlooked them in your search for blemishes.<br />
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when the mirror has done with you, turn to the window, for the window can look back with different eyes and find those perfections, simply because you believe in them.<br />
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in the wall you will find nothing. in the mirror, you will find yourself. but in the window you will find whatever it is you seek.<br />
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someone else is somewhere looking through a window, which could in its turn become yours. i know you will not believe this, but that someone could find you beautiful.<br />
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for love sees no plainness or deformity within the window frame, only the clarity and perfection first seen in the mirrored image of the mind..."<br />
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and he concluded that love is always beautiful.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-88472915100532859822013-06-08T21:05:00.001+07:002013-06-08T21:10:23.048+07:00phillyby the delaware river high tide, under the blue - yellow pointy tents,<br />
they entertained us with breathtaking acrobat and dance.<br />
jumping and twisting in the air, bending and stretching like cats in a rush;<br />
in fast motion - swinging and circling in round and round and round...<br />
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welcome to the world of rainbows, monsieur deja vu.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-63153889913549989172013-06-06T12:47:00.000+07:002013-06-06T12:54:55.198+07:00in retrospectfate often has a funny way of circling around on you. it penetrates the dark, frequently through a small crack on the wall, a tiny opening on the ceiling, and then, unexpectedly, its dim light shines on you, as if just to guide you to the right way while you are in doubt.<br />
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not too long ago, seeing his son rushed here and there - while temper was in the air, my father said to me that i should slow down. don't move fast. take my time. because, "what god has meant to be yours, son, no one can take it away from you." <br />
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being reminded in such a calming way, especially by a man who has been your hero since you were small - make you feel not only relaxed but also trusting in something far greater than your comprehension. and each time i think of it now, i seem to be able appreciating better the sincerity of fate in narrating its storyline and plot for me.<br />
<br />Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-55658483296712110342012-09-17T06:39:00.000+07:002012-09-17T06:39:52.261+07:00redefining septemberit is september now<br />
september, for many years to come<br />
every heart's adjusting<br />
to this strict september drum<br />
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i see ten septembers in a row<br />
with numbers on their days<br />
display some new conclusions<br />
which all of us have missed<br />
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so let's drink to when it's over<br />
and let's drink to when we meet<br />
i'll be standing on this corner<br />
where there used to be a street.<br />
<br />Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-82017761882270554312012-09-06T07:06:00.000+07:002012-09-06T07:06:36.262+07:00the way you break the silencei like the way you break the silence, i really do. i wish the aspiration of flight taps your shoulder, and hurriedly you are here. nearer and swifter than those red-winged blackbirds nesting among the reeds of dyke marsh.<br />
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and i will relate for you a story or two, that surely will draw moonshine into your eyes.<br />
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"look! round like a tennis ball, the moon is floating up there. yellow mellow looking at my shadow - silently - as if in doubt whether to greet in english or spanish. hola! hellow!"<br />
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soon, on days like these, summer's leaves will cease to stay green, and autumn's chills will stand at the doorstep of september. a quiet music chanted by the stars above will be played for the siblings of dawn. like a butterfly excited by the presence of nectar in lilacs, i cherish the thoughts of you and your laughters - which are like flowers valentines can not buy.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-64862194369703587852012-08-14T09:58:00.001+07:002012-08-14T09:59:49.910+07:00onward...<div>
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Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-22144660965725398212012-07-31T16:41:00.003+07:002012-07-31T16:41:46.829+07:00sense of place<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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like reading a poem written on a nature's landscape,</div>
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a timeless tale narrated in a language of the northern lights.</div>
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the land of the last frontiers; a home of the whispering pines.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznm43jLJmGthG0ziIitIa3Yy1SxGj3b8uzyGL9SRzt1q1-aQH7FxI0UfsfEUb9_O1cW18wul5FxHSTdGXYQP8opFBFMcrKEHdPt7tYtGHRW7bZRmAfZLA4_OMsmkU1kwLsm4k/s1600/IMG_1460-491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-61637584418258156602012-01-18T07:08:00.006+07:002012-01-19T03:10:24.036+07:00morning gloryonce you see the deeper meaning<br />in doing what you love,<br />an occupation ceases to be an occupation,<br />but a spiritual experience.<br /><br />that is what i see<br />in musical performances,<br />by artists like yes<br />and many others,<br />which inspire me<br />in awe and spiritual wonder,<br />in guessing whether -<br />what they feel -<br />while writing and performing their songs,<br />equals the excitement of ipomoea purpurea,<br />the morning glory flowers,<br />when touched by the morning sunlight.<br /><br />i can only hope<br />to do the same<br />with my chosen<br />profession.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-73773684594493438472012-01-09T06:13:00.013+07:002012-01-09T09:46:58.084+07:00never bend with the rainfall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutEbvvXXLyQ0pC4Tnx1VCg3Ha5o3K7Bj6k_hMXsALk2Rs9MJ-XdttfEY2TyOeIrN1a0IzbZlJZvbDlho0aQnF-G3oUcF8Sa1ILo0p8r6h_ZcMR7i9xAfre1NM3VRg3ANjQnFY/s1600/DSC04940.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjutEbvvXXLyQ0pC4Tnx1VCg3Ha5o3K7Bj6k_hMXsALk2Rs9MJ-XdttfEY2TyOeIrN1a0IzbZlJZvbDlho0aQnF-G3oUcF8Sa1ILo0p8r6h_ZcMR7i9xAfre1NM3VRg3ANjQnFY/s200/DSC04940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695422704694155122" border="0" /></a>one of the most curious things that stumbled upon me recently during my last visit to new york was the sight of padlocks on brooklyn bridge: a bridge over troubled water.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdRAowyoDqzwFdVMMF72E0HyOP-E2oF3Uo_xDMrViH3l3ZxiEhLHjjgKCEj21lnOtW7ymAecwj8UwiB8cLa9SpdWoB-HU-T9St2LfrOH9fQuzOM29B-Ptzk_DuzqyxJ8SOd7_/s1600/DSC04947.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdRAowyoDqzwFdVMMF72E0HyOP-E2oF3Uo_xDMrViH3l3ZxiEhLHjjgKCEj21lnOtW7ymAecwj8UwiB8cLa9SpdWoB-HU-T9St2LfrOH9fQuzOM29B-Ptzk_DuzqyxJ8SOd7_/s200/DSC04947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403962429957826" border="0" /></a>every padlock must have a peculiar story. a unique tale of hearts that attempt to resist the stains of age. but who can really tell what it narrates. is it a riddle, or is it a clue? is it a statement or is it a puzzle? a secret or an announcement? you can guess their meanings.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnR1lSG9hyASCW3a6tgmWVOnElUUWNSdScmqZW9yh-bMHdHXqfPKJ8vxOA93Bbcrztdirbed0sFb6xS9rBzw2DNIo9XmQuGdVIWBSbN0dbjig6u1qMTe456KruNK8vhwH9FCh/s1600/DSC04931.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnR1lSG9hyASCW3a6tgmWVOnElUUWNSdScmqZW9yh-bMHdHXqfPKJ8vxOA93Bbcrztdirbed0sFb6xS9rBzw2DNIo9XmQuGdVIWBSbN0dbjig6u1qMTe456KruNK8vhwH9FCh/s200/DSC04931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403955155657362" border="0" /></a> securely locked to the various parts of the steel construction by the happy hands of lovers - whose hearts must have been filled with joy and amusement. perhaps they were trying to pledge that their blooming flowers of affection will never bend with the rainfall or snowflakes, and that throughout their journey in life their footsteps will always rhyme.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZDhz8O2_9OUKPY6IxjV-YQFITFzrwI2oSj4AP3hYKPbD1O74sAdxoT_3qibYPQrhHNrChtvruDwQfw9T0bWHEBg5bvzERkF9Q-X5OmraF-3maKAYqTWiT8oMNem_WGy9bO0I/s1600/DSC04932.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZDhz8O2_9OUKPY6IxjV-YQFITFzrwI2oSj4AP3hYKPbD1O74sAdxoT_3qibYPQrhHNrChtvruDwQfw9T0bWHEBg5bvzERkF9Q-X5OmraF-3maKAYqTWiT8oMNem_WGy9bO0I/s200/DSC04932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403951800279266" border="0" /></a> like promises made in the moments of contemplation, like the ancient motion of the seas, like every sparrow in the sky, like every leaf that trembles with the winter breeze, there is no inclination to look back in any mistake.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qR82hn5ujbbiISUtZATFzv-dAZzVOf-TkZPBpGu3wq49IJsQipoYoJ4w_5eZH4IDa4gewuHDJIsA1coOwGRdK_jtL614vfiSPukUk5fWNm2efWiq_pZErtZqLx53A6Cl9U3A/s1600/DSC04941.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5qR82hn5ujbbiISUtZATFzv-dAZzVOf-TkZPBpGu3wq49IJsQipoYoJ4w_5eZH4IDa4gewuHDJIsA1coOwGRdK_jtL614vfiSPukUk5fWNm2efWiq_pZErtZqLx53A6Cl9U3A/s200/DSC04941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403978134059842" border="0" /></a>walk yourself across this historic landmark if you happen to visit the city of the big apple, the home of the empire state, the cradle of hopeful dreams and the land of twisting fates. find these symbols in a concrete jungle where dreams are made.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VAD2xdCJmanMI5Xmdm8_s_q7LIWxgFSWp_FFA_9z5RNupgu5vkM6yi1TGh5VNIBPQ87HgvJKhecrEiinnJPYFnFG58ypg_Ti2INL3TteSrPneP8dp6-l73tpfJ8aq38Vi5uh/s1600/DSC04939.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VAD2xdCJmanMI5Xmdm8_s_q7LIWxgFSWp_FFA_9z5RNupgu5vkM6yi1TGh5VNIBPQ87HgvJKhecrEiinnJPYFnFG58ypg_Ti2INL3TteSrPneP8dp6-l73tpfJ8aq38Vi5uh/s200/DSC04939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403971600518786" border="0" /></a> scenes from my last day in 2011. a walk from from manhattan to brooklyn. gazing at the skylines and the east river. pondering at the tunes and the lyrics of yesterday. i walked off and look for <a href="http://www.simonandgarfunkel.com/us/music/bookends/america">america</a>.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-9833743048757138822012-01-04T11:41:00.030+07:002012-01-09T09:49:34.873+07:00storyteller of yesteryeardon't matter if the road is long, <div>don't matter if it's steep;</div><div>don't matter if the moon is gone,</div><div>don't matter if the darkness is complete;</div> <div>don't matter if the page is gone,<br />it's written that we'll meet.<br /><br /> <div>i loved you when you opened</div> <div>like a lily to the heat;</div> <div>and i'll love you when it closes,</div> <div>a thousand kisses deep...<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>(l.c.)</div><br /><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdX9Yy3BYzPWbSXmzbOQluBHxQy3EMxIBtXlG8tslOLC00EjVBRWryWv4ASuAZTA1SZ8PhX3gsdkthnH8vEeFps20fJqb_tbBsY1ie16aMUhv_vm-HCgOKvWG9rCfuASqcVso8/s200/IMG00585-20110212-1525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634433191297122" border="0" /></div> ...it was a long journey, deep into a winter, all the way across the field of snow. there was a village in lancester, pennsylvania, known as the home of the amish farmers and craftsmen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCUXZ_Cm17AA_KApIn0BLYzv7lsHeoHbquQoUmeyCG2pVUt8Re_IIG_uRG6S5j9Nj7YWu1HuI-_5KKODFW7fye8_MxWBZfpq_ebbHC_07254xq3zL-u5H3hBOXcwlgwNXbH0-/s1600/IMG00679-20110330-1243.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCUXZ_Cm17AA_KApIn0BLYzv7lsHeoHbquQoUmeyCG2pVUt8Re_IIG_uRG6S5j9Nj7YWu1HuI-_5KKODFW7fye8_MxWBZfpq_ebbHC_07254xq3zL-u5H3hBOXcwlgwNXbH0-/s200/IMG00679-20110330-1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693642773788282882" border="0" /></a>...cherry blossoms. it was among the first signs of spring in washington dc. </div><div><br /></div><div>...else than the meetings at the world bank and the imf.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs13X-8DS9RSclxH_8u6CBAwLEJ5EkAVRvH2p-9PCbXBETEC43YCwehULCsNEvMNYzC77ViT5cmKpbgDZ57KTjIbvZH7t9U14v_fDz8nNX5uWawUp1MYJK-2uqgongV9RXcStA/s200/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693634442963234946" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" />...a pillow of winds. white spring flowers. blue ridge mountain. west virgina.<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iu4kMVTUGdXB48FdjCCRRTrTqwM3Q9geWU2eBlMr3QQ9NSJ_mY4_x-BR_YgRN0ybqpKFU3ztob2PpcTDo2TrvrYfQcZoxq3pqMAOet2pJjh5sxbLxZJQVBmQ_i5HzpzTHkap/s1600/DSC02138.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iu4kMVTUGdXB48FdjCCRRTrTqwM3Q9geWU2eBlMr3QQ9NSJ_mY4_x-BR_YgRN0ybqpKFU3ztob2PpcTDo2TrvrYfQcZoxq3pqMAOet2pJjh5sxbLxZJQVBmQ_i5HzpzTHkap/s200/DSC02138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693645668094235554" border="0" /></a>...and as the month of may arrived, buffalo crossed the road on our journey to yellowstone. spring time in wyoming.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpstH85bykc4ctnqp60PiYA6-FiaDOWRoSRP58UEkDrJcX2uzK9OIQFofVGOf-pnbSM09N0C84OOnBjD-IKz8WXcve5tQP0O3QYfaXbio1YtotOZWsc7Uuxzeihz3lXq1Io5E/s1600/DSC02162.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpstH85bykc4ctnqp60PiYA6-FiaDOWRoSRP58UEkDrJcX2uzK9OIQFofVGOf-pnbSM09N0C84OOnBjD-IKz8WXcve5tQP0O3QYfaXbio1YtotOZWsc7Uuxzeihz3lXq1Io5E/s200/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693645654513638034" border="0" /></a>...all the way. up there, a journey to the lone mountain trail, gallatin county - montana.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfl1Q00yqRFfZc22OkJAa0VBN8rh601yizBeg-5X5-kUV0mtvvgAyGjfkALL-Km3cHZUf2_gg43dJh-4cVg4NikgJHA86nOTVmQtbi4l2nYo8or7MUHjtHL7xIRs4calVHuie/s1600/DSC02219.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfl1Q00yqRFfZc22OkJAa0VBN8rh601yizBeg-5X5-kUV0mtvvgAyGjfkALL-Km3cHZUf2_gg43dJh-4cVg4NikgJHA86nOTVmQtbi4l2nYo8or7MUHjtHL7xIRs4calVHuie/s200/DSC02219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693645644533101282" border="0" /></a>...in search for grizzly bears, moose, wolves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNWEJZHpPiod8wpNb_euzZVT9YtOCpTkCP5nFmnK7Jq7-Cef1CQl0M99Kir7mPWca6NQC5Uw5H1kgQ1bV3uwP-wsFnlOSHXf2lBElHGRJEqH8iuUcL2aA33ih9_BMXMQG7BbW/s1600/DSC02291.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUNWEJZHpPiod8wpNb_euzZVT9YtOCpTkCP5nFmnK7Jq7-Cef1CQl0M99Kir7mPWca6NQC5Uw5H1kgQ1bV3uwP-wsFnlOSHXf2lBElHGRJEqH8iuUcL2aA33ih9_BMXMQG7BbW/s200/DSC02291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693645641629166322" border="0" /></a>...all under the big sky of montana.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Hi7mnRywYTP6LtXnyGWsbpFkBoFrZ3yl2iVg1NchmggcTjC1Q8kn28aE_q8y1UCaYeCLI0lwwT6wRbCXa7rCXjQGceacgSq9JsbeUdwwwPUfTJFmioB96KbLH2Spk6uIpWKP/s1600/DSC02340.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Hi7mnRywYTP6LtXnyGWsbpFkBoFrZ3yl2iVg1NchmggcTjC1Q8kn28aE_q8y1UCaYeCLI0lwwT6wRbCXa7rCXjQGceacgSq9JsbeUdwwwPUfTJFmioB96KbLH2Spk6uIpWKP/s200/DSC02340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693636677531963810" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...and then one day, hurray! met the travelling tom in a perfect day in alexandria summer. fresh air at last. "...and they sat together in the park, as the evening sky got dark. she looked at him, and he felt tingles to his bone. oh well, it was a simple twist of fate.." (dylan)<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVlcgSf-xW_iCkxzYdde4kugAUolEYqX-86TCvmTpMUWkLFBW1yoX-iYv97LLV5TDl_XGCazpXJy88MTl19fwJfeuWTjGzwhm8Xmvuxvb2Yeq4tJ11LhlSnY-C_7etOWjhyphenhyphenwJ/s1600/IMG01146-20110702-1209.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVlcgSf-xW_iCkxzYdde4kugAUolEYqX-86TCvmTpMUWkLFBW1yoX-iYv97LLV5TDl_XGCazpXJy88MTl19fwJfeuWTjGzwhm8Xmvuxvb2Yeq4tJ11LhlSnY-C_7etOWjhyphenhyphenwJ/s200/IMG01146-20110702-1209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940301278983522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>"..there were books, on a hill, but i never knew their meanings. no i never knew them at all..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZV3TlmAUtRwnx__KrGGtQxDDNabojwXJ3V7gRZMVp-qxeWjYKIsAm4Ob0hOwNk-cJINRFlekNPr8pPNlFjWGDM36BABrADFWllR6f12aQi73KFiAP2ouudluNgR4RcC8tq2J/s1600/IMG01152-20110704-1802.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZV3TlmAUtRwnx__KrGGtQxDDNabojwXJ3V7gRZMVp-qxeWjYKIsAm4Ob0hOwNk-cJINRFlekNPr8pPNlFjWGDM36BABrADFWllR6f12aQi73KFiAP2ouudluNgR4RcC8tq2J/s200/IMG01152-20110704-1802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940312148374786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>"...till there was you."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nbXqsHpmM9yd7QLLhaYw_iGt-y_Y_SE93CdZkBNOyBcHzRXzcv6ylP-muocDvOTmOKEMrZubUXHsNK-M3SmWerBElnJrmBSbHxMXfKZy2CDsKzfZ7OxoHN18pyfg8vS_m929/s1600/IMG01179-20110709-1717.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nbXqsHpmM9yd7QLLhaYw_iGt-y_Y_SE93CdZkBNOyBcHzRXzcv6ylP-muocDvOTmOKEMrZubUXHsNK-M3SmWerBElnJrmBSbHxMXfKZy2CDsKzfZ7OxoHN18pyfg8vS_m929/s200/IMG01179-20110709-1717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940324079489586" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /></a>...history in the making. july nine at the national monument of washington dc. a day of miracles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2G2YzZyG5mUwPl1gokhB-7ScDEj-ULm28Zwfq1M7r5IYcYPE0KfsRlGZ8IZnKqETVwOnQLJQr3C9HV3gLVJYGop1w1ScsF8ONb6uQItYOb1VeQ9LyGr5O5bo0IaUg4TbsyOxM/s1600/IMG01318-20110817-0720.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2G2YzZyG5mUwPl1gokhB-7ScDEj-ULm28Zwfq1M7r5IYcYPE0KfsRlGZ8IZnKqETVwOnQLJQr3C9HV3gLVJYGop1w1ScsF8ONb6uQItYOb1VeQ9LyGr5O5bo0IaUg4TbsyOxM/s200/IMG01318-20110817-0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940328725082258" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...another <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/restless-farewell">restless farewell</a> (dylan's):<br /><br />" oh all the money that in my whole life i did spend; be it mine right or wrongfully, i let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends, to tie up the time most forcefully. but the bottles are done, we've killed each one, and the table's full and overflowed. and the corner sign says it's closing time; so i'll bid farewell and be down the road.<br /><br />oh ev'ry girl that ever i've touched, i did not do it harmfully; and ev'ry girl that ever i've hurt, i did not do it knowin'ly. but to remain as friends, and make amends, you need to have the time and stay behind. and since my feet are now fast, and point away from the past...i'll bid farewell, and be down the line...<br /><br />oh ev'ry foe that ever i faced; the cause was there before we came. and ev'ry cause that ever i fought, i fought it full without regret or shame; but the dark does die, and the curtain is drawn and somebody's eyes must meet the dayn. and if i see the day, i'd only have to stay; so i bid farewell and in the night and be gone...<br /><br />oh a false clock tries to tick out my time. to disgrace, distract, and bother me. and the dirt of gossip blows into my face, and the dust of rumors covers me. but if the arrow is straight, and the point is slick, it can pierce the dust no matter how thick. so i'll make my stand, and remain as i am and bid farewell, and not give a damn! "<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;" ></span></div></div></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirolkRRKj3mv9UiHHSdY022RKanA_HssT70Li24TEFd9dgBqUGBKm3QZ1PB96WNRQqoDm0R7l5tHNc8rsBjxCa8u_O3avYEE5ZvSxdAPWOobx12thJByo5HAkjL1GrV3KLwit4/s1600/DSC02679.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirolkRRKj3mv9UiHHSdY022RKanA_HssT70Li24TEFd9dgBqUGBKm3QZ1PB96WNRQqoDm0R7l5tHNc8rsBjxCa8u_O3avYEE5ZvSxdAPWOobx12thJByo5HAkjL1GrV3KLwit4/s200/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693645672598396018" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>....time to explore! spider nest along the coasts of florida.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpgnQEk7C4ZzHTvDn7ihGriboj7sbtGxaB34GTEgG6liZ9_QTdwSAZbzVVvbyGTVAxdUSbbGUPCzk9rX-jiBuUYtVRy2NRca1-HsejXyPzZpj602QY2WEhgwtgmh_b5qTOojt/s1600/DSC02691.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpgnQEk7C4ZzHTvDn7ihGriboj7sbtGxaB34GTEgG6liZ9_QTdwSAZbzVVvbyGTVAxdUSbbGUPCzk9rX-jiBuUYtVRy2NRca1-HsejXyPzZpj602QY2WEhgwtgmh_b5qTOojt/s200/DSC02691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693644743588234050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...islamodara, florida in summer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SCIEzEvVFGbAO3J5rsgVZGZeFXrbi3G_EXbjT98Ps-59gQEcevBirUWpI0dRhvmg2RFpz59uFvAIBXHY5WYtggEbxe3GQY5EANpOuA_WCprnQAKTHD4sag0k-UQa-SjwUSHq/s1600/IMG01466-20110829-1811.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SCIEzEvVFGbAO3J5rsgVZGZeFXrbi3G_EXbjT98Ps-59gQEcevBirUWpI0dRhvmg2RFpz59uFvAIBXHY5WYtggEbxe3GQY5EANpOuA_WCprnQAKTHD4sag0k-UQa-SjwUSHq/s200/IMG01466-20110829-1811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940913895262850" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars. in our fasting days of ramadan in florida, redo and i knew it was just the right way to go to the space. sky was not the limit. moon was up there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI-jPWri8aObXlzwo7y841baUDAqO6EP1P5Ly72HTREQYDwUqGbmlVFZom-D0EdzFrtwG4sG82HUuHMSZohUai-jHUqAmPXCEabdUJOxmldWajEH-DPVaCNMV2aahqS8PVw2m/s1600/DSC02747.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfI-jPWri8aObXlzwo7y841baUDAqO6EP1P5Ly72HTREQYDwUqGbmlVFZom-D0EdzFrtwG4sG82HUuHMSZohUai-jHUqAmPXCEabdUJOxmldWajEH-DPVaCNMV2aahqS8PVw2m/s200/DSC02747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693644740427595106" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...old friends, new friends, ied prayer. indiatlantic, florida.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqpMKHQ7pYT-5V-_PddRox9Et9WpRiaYXifJbhrp5dGKjP6LOxH0HI54FcBFXIdBFOh61Tb6gfYqRPFgBFhd6ISJB8U_E24Slfune96MQFbjnEwc4gyXV75xkpXqtvdT8-6cn/s1600/DSC02867.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqpMKHQ7pYT-5V-_PddRox9Et9WpRiaYXifJbhrp5dGKjP6LOxH0HI54FcBFXIdBFOh61Tb6gfYqRPFgBFhd6ISJB8U_E24Slfune96MQFbjnEwc4gyXV75xkpXqtvdT8-6cn/s200/DSC02867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637586198421314" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...there, and back again? magical summer trip.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEE2b9CtzanKS0C50ecxYY-SKL-MAepTjKeK7XEquO85NN7G-GcAolhSVqTXUCzCpvmIeWLqmAmyrTEo_6sj8vTx-Kj_6QhmL9-17dVDHWB-sZYqg9sRBtgwnPonIMs1j-ld2/s1600/DSC02856.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEE2b9CtzanKS0C50ecxYY-SKL-MAepTjKeK7XEquO85NN7G-GcAolhSVqTXUCzCpvmIeWLqmAmyrTEo_6sj8vTx-Kj_6QhmL9-17dVDHWB-sZYqg9sRBtgwnPonIMs1j-ld2/s200/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693644720002465602" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...a little touch of magic and childhood dream in orlando, florida.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVJw9zhJHuhIfB78aWfKioc-cnBKKPWryDrWj5DiVEElZ0btwfrv-X4rdYZ4jSlR17ZTOEI4xNP-KFYz86o9lUHCN9cZGMQgYv2v6cER9ZajLZbdDBpfsSIxb8qmDGOpAE6F_/s1600/DSC02885.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVJw9zhJHuhIfB78aWfKioc-cnBKKPWryDrWj5DiVEElZ0btwfrv-X4rdYZ4jSlR17ZTOEI4xNP-KFYz86o9lUHCN9cZGMQgYv2v6cER9ZajLZbdDBpfsSIxb8qmDGOpAE6F_/s200/DSC02885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693644713575675426" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...bazaar, bazaar! in search for a circus of heaven. orlando.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtB1PxrAERlzxVIvlTtti_Bd5ZjxESZ4KJ4GuTCjhwqbSlKgGPUIt5bTu3pYnuKBImMZ9-FTqQfmiW2nz73kYcKRzfgCbnA9lODGNJoCumHn2u55NGPD3SP2HyUYGwcEo_JtAZ/s1600/DSC02909.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtB1PxrAERlzxVIvlTtti_Bd5ZjxESZ4KJ4GuTCjhwqbSlKgGPUIt5bTu3pYnuKBImMZ9-FTqQfmiW2nz73kYcKRzfgCbnA9lODGNJoCumHn2u55NGPD3SP2HyUYGwcEo_JtAZ/s200/DSC02909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637601398271634" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...for rent. not forever.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7ZeoDSVweO_fjOoDwwytdSiqwux7tdYTnmaeqADSOnP1IeHAvg0RSfyhEY_Qz-ePegZ9YrGFNdD0WFiskzM2Z6jkMO1ryn8cZDrVJ3ojE6Shp9DLmoSUEnQXOc7R5KrrS6LO/s1600/IMG01595-20110911-1643.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7ZeoDSVweO_fjOoDwwytdSiqwux7tdYTnmaeqADSOnP1IeHAvg0RSfyhEY_Qz-ePegZ9YrGFNdD0WFiskzM2Z6jkMO1ryn8cZDrVJ3ojE6Shp9DLmoSUEnQXOc7R5KrrS6LO/s200/IMG01595-20110911-1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940915393261314" border="0" /></a>...coast to coast. the gate was golden in september.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrj3LIha0Mh-JtPhGdDwJktSvI_0C3SDr3yKZiIKP54I5R4dyDcvPEhbT_OmW1LP0GzD9Xj9oeW9PWnYTJPoNMOCJN0YHqKUG6vmTUbhO45_arfhTO9hJK5N1n9baOtur3ALgj/s1600/IMG01713-20110926-1543.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrj3LIha0Mh-JtPhGdDwJktSvI_0C3SDr3yKZiIKP54I5R4dyDcvPEhbT_OmW1LP0GzD9Xj9oeW9PWnYTJPoNMOCJN0YHqKUG6vmTUbhO45_arfhTO9hJK5N1n9baOtur3ALgj/s200/IMG01713-20110926-1543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940930161449986" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...as if you didn't know it. it was always for travel's sake did i travel. came so far for friends.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpi5iIA18BKL0LxeDtsUb8Sl3x4-u0Y2uEAR6ACwSEU5eiTtsGAM2gyBzNMR7nLo6_dzB63QYwyPv83u6RDwEzSNxhFG67ur9R3BgeQdxQRc3wHuBcUGaTKaTKFjH-WNQqwEsG/s1600/DSC03534.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpi5iIA18BKL0LxeDtsUb8Sl3x4-u0Y2uEAR6ACwSEU5eiTtsGAM2gyBzNMR7nLo6_dzB63QYwyPv83u6RDwEzSNxhFG67ur9R3BgeQdxQRc3wHuBcUGaTKaTKFjH-WNQqwEsG/s200/DSC03534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693644726243450418" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...far above needle-like coconut trees in vanuatu. september.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDoXMgxQAc0ozQ_57eOYxJaqzuo1NfLg_S11iQ6iiuWBmEIMuPLKzuQxbXFB1E7eKDHHT-IwmcyqbwvNAOFawNu5ODVbBV6ERNfI6IIeFPrOugVEqCGayzjhpRAv6rQTZAkQM/s1600/IMG01734-20110927-1047.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDoXMgxQAc0ozQ_57eOYxJaqzuo1NfLg_S11iQ6iiuWBmEIMuPLKzuQxbXFB1E7eKDHHT-IwmcyqbwvNAOFawNu5ODVbBV6ERNfI6IIeFPrOugVEqCGayzjhpRAv6rQTZAkQM/s200/IMG01734-20110927-1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940296595524210" border="0" /></a>...postcards from west across the ocean seas: and vanuatu. and overseas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzG6NZcO4Vxtzj1Ta-bGHC1if01tqM2rNYbYMkw_8P1PwzrTQ0FyhtuUubDI7HyANNrVa9RVfb4_XHjUfEP37grPV2dYlppfKwkslVcaydagB8vqizWw6xy4tddk6PDtZkE2Dl/s1600/DSC03798.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzG6NZcO4Vxtzj1Ta-bGHC1if01tqM2rNYbYMkw_8P1PwzrTQ0FyhtuUubDI7HyANNrVa9RVfb4_XHjUfEP37grPV2dYlppfKwkslVcaydagB8vqizWw6xy4tddk6PDtZkE2Dl/s200/DSC03798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693643610042619554" border="0" /></a>...heat in the street. on the way to "open air museum" of world war ii remains: pacific war. guadalcanal, solomon islands.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomafGmEJfpeOClzxMzNmGYs7OrPatJrxWlvq1zk06BcmlARcuvG9P4MBai-p4tKifxyydxMOQlj28eBUtJBnQTA0riIVFZbGp-sAGoqD2H9G_0dAe3JCrHXD-eQ0Fa8FyAcyn/s1600/DSC03989.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomafGmEJfpeOClzxMzNmGYs7OrPatJrxWlvq1zk06BcmlARcuvG9P4MBai-p4tKifxyydxMOQlj28eBUtJBnQTA0riIVFZbGp-sAGoqD2H9G_0dAe3JCrHXD-eQ0Fa8FyAcyn/s200/DSC03989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693643603916296898" border="0" /></a>...going back. suva to nadi, fiji.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoMyB0Q2EPObLkSmVaptQCtnbvpjC9VxcPd4klEtnNJto-awcwtFBle3172RNIXN4mzBIowLUfSpfBREK5cu6RbUosEZWagPaHm70wio1lu9gPGFM1pYfYICbZjTFZoWMASUQ/s1600/DSC04179.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoMyB0Q2EPObLkSmVaptQCtnbvpjC9VxcPd4klEtnNJto-awcwtFBle3172RNIXN4mzBIowLUfSpfBREK5cu6RbUosEZWagPaHm70wio1lu9gPGFM1pYfYICbZjTFZoWMASUQ/s200/DSC04179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693638369769068210" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...mount vernon backyard. george washington. autumn and you. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CUWlpQxovJ_0R3BBg_o0Ng4XjiLFonRhkBqMC5AR3pXCx8qsCKcswt2O5rmhEcRUi9hXSDClOSFEvOsg4z0yRWEK-8LJussqFObpXxEROfOBTdHx7JqE7U1J714E1uwvvswc/s1600/DSC04071.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7CUWlpQxovJ_0R3BBg_o0Ng4XjiLFonRhkBqMC5AR3pXCx8qsCKcswt2O5rmhEcRUi9hXSDClOSFEvOsg4z0yRWEK-8LJussqFObpXxEROfOBTdHx7JqE7U1J714E1uwvvswc/s200/DSC04071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693643596121844850" border="0" /></a>...is there another earth, as green as any carpet, that dares to climb to mountainside, until it's touched by snow? no, it's all here. maryland in autumn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZxRRrMb5u-9HDqwPdbbEQZIp9yQpKsVc23Gmh-XHHnYxQ-BqbR7_Hnb8OCdvG0fEx8HK1929mbS51TV_fm2x41Pr8nYJG8XblyARUYFjvW6QX5Wbv6YCGfD1hW0gqjrxxRpB/s1600/DSC04210.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZxRRrMb5u-9HDqwPdbbEQZIp9yQpKsVc23Gmh-XHHnYxQ-BqbR7_Hnb8OCdvG0fEx8HK1929mbS51TV_fm2x41Pr8nYJG8XblyARUYFjvW6QX5Wbv6YCGfD1hW0gqjrxxRpB/s200/DSC04210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693643590090424866" border="0" /></a>...when the music is over, please turn off the light. at the carnadi's home studio in potomac, maryland in autumn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2LAPVEmEGdVKPuZ_oef7t60685rRfuHUOOgDiNmVyn-LWQVFVB2-FzYcfW3yk_JkpcXKAKwNPzLLEms7RfqadNG17nChzvyMpmVS7LY_gO3zfZaBouqItqZNs-c9CX7hZZE2/s1600/DSC04323.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2LAPVEmEGdVKPuZ_oef7t60685rRfuHUOOgDiNmVyn-LWQVFVB2-FzYcfW3yk_JkpcXKAKwNPzLLEms7RfqadNG17nChzvyMpmVS7LY_gO3zfZaBouqItqZNs-c9CX7hZZE2/s200/DSC04323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693643581154648658" border="0" /></a>...tilden upon tyne; tilden green. all that once green must now turn to yellow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiGr4z24s2qwSJBnm-1mY4V8idjsOWU-hp-0qMTAagSHq7Um9-phg_jWyriesxUwL_ILdxVIMvgZ5vOey9IAoTcacovglA_bq30nxbIVipPY-gPKWcxCeuGvZbz6jPeXlwNZK/s1600/DSC04326.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiGr4z24s2qwSJBnm-1mY4V8idjsOWU-hp-0qMTAagSHq7Um9-phg_jWyriesxUwL_ILdxVIMvgZ5vOey9IAoTcacovglA_bq30nxbIVipPY-gPKWcxCeuGvZbz6jPeXlwNZK/s200/DSC04326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693642796984671042" border="0" /></a>...tilden home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_j6_f6pKaOj91VLjdkmgBEUffkP1Qlav8Jmv_pkemjH16f96BkhV5uEWo355Idw-hq9B4rXxKD7R7nrHVNC-xOlmvfyn79F01vTZp9DIPfdAcB4eUzotyIsQPuDGMKd10BGa/s1600/DSC03483.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc_j6_f6pKaOj91VLjdkmgBEUffkP1Qlav8Jmv_pkemjH16f96BkhV5uEWo355Idw-hq9B4rXxKD7R7nrHVNC-xOlmvfyn79F01vTZp9DIPfdAcB4eUzotyIsQPuDGMKd10BGa/s200/DSC03483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693637613151132402" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " border="0" /></a>...another call: return to the pacific oceans. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXVxAMYwrnJuAuXJ4a_8TFQ_XDXYQ9CdHCBl1PYh2HxZjyp0wfbaAGdTrOP9gayeRsImRymSLo9XUE0iV-kbbUq42FuLTQCNeVytC5qUbGr_QLb7CvLlPjnLjVVthys3_gl5v/s1600/DSC04471.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXVxAMYwrnJuAuXJ4a_8TFQ_XDXYQ9CdHCBl1PYh2HxZjyp0wfbaAGdTrOP9gayeRsImRymSLo9XUE0iV-kbbUq42FuLTQCNeVytC5qUbGr_QLb7CvLlPjnLjVVthys3_gl5v/s200/DSC04471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693642792124832338" border="0" /></a>...and the blue birds fly. and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. and somewhere over the rainbow, november in honolulu.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q-oqcsBatteWTrb8XfoSCYov006oSyT2CJmhUJEF3qlunstgMkBdT-dBBnQ1dXIosjGTl3pLXjbvqR4NmR_90OyxFmKocGaduHSbgduPCiEwWFu1dTatmvR42MZXcmwd225R/s1600/IMG02188-20111119-2104.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q-oqcsBatteWTrb8XfoSCYov006oSyT2CJmhUJEF3qlunstgMkBdT-dBBnQ1dXIosjGTl3pLXjbvqR4NmR_90OyxFmKocGaduHSbgduPCiEwWFu1dTatmvR42MZXcmwd225R/s200/IMG02188-20111119-2104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940940589859698" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...before i go. hear the train coming. see the neon lamp flashing. where do we go from here?<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br />...a neighbourhood in new orleans.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEFPihQgTsmBAXPAHmhKtO7uHeL4ezXZFsLPtmEtNRbE9ccX2c3Wluto3OoReKRNNXy5ZnQrs3PyaYs-8pMp9Yln5iUC-SZ5arBG46v6WxMGAxmb2uk3Gzul0aQ-8kMWnvqKd/s1600/IMG02308-20111120-1509.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEFPihQgTsmBAXPAHmhKtO7uHeL4ezXZFsLPtmEtNRbE9ccX2c3Wluto3OoReKRNNXy5ZnQrs3PyaYs-8pMp9Yln5iUC-SZ5arBG46v6WxMGAxmb2uk3Gzul0aQ-8kMWnvqKd/s200/IMG02308-20111120-1509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940927416709906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a> reminded me of cirebon, shrimp-town rock in java island.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UVKqp_hky3GPTY2MqsEGMIjl2azyWh5tDGYJiIerHpYQPuKG1fdpeSubrECXXYExyMzFoqG3acEn0PeJRtM6bTy0jWUD34rYFBzbropTF9zNhp6I0Mg0H2RREJmfojxEscQ-/s1600/IMG02470-20111123-1639.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UVKqp_hky3GPTY2MqsEGMIjl2azyWh5tDGYJiIerHpYQPuKG1fdpeSubrECXXYExyMzFoqG3acEn0PeJRtM6bTy0jWUD34rYFBzbropTF9zNhp6I0Mg0H2RREJmfojxEscQ-/s200/IMG02470-20111123-1639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693941529009612146" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...lake michigan at the horison of chicago.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXHiVo2NhFDrIcZ0OyACrrtJkUXa4tMPwHUe7WLMv0SamEZeTzWSEtTWa484dCmWZKGmhuzahSGUon2PUB-fNr2rfMUJw3oU0QBc0bjyTvuMvGftOPB7Jsr-40bxk7lLKMsk6/s1600/IMG02477-20111123-1821.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXHiVo2NhFDrIcZ0OyACrrtJkUXa4tMPwHUe7WLMv0SamEZeTzWSEtTWa484dCmWZKGmhuzahSGUon2PUB-fNr2rfMUJw3oU0QBc0bjyTvuMvGftOPB7Jsr-40bxk7lLKMsk6/s200/IMG02477-20111123-1821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693941529325069394" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" /></a>...hello darkness my old friend, i've come to talk with you again. chicago in november wintry night. 'neath the halo of a street lamp...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"a man conceived a moment's answer to the dream..."</div></div></div></div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-40770863534623761722011-06-29T09:03:00.006+07:002011-06-29T10:07:55.773+07:00the hissing of summer lawns<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Yxd2XNyq8eueexujefhiFH1rwP97E0cyMELXExnlkI_TNrJu7nCxPRQWg-gVmcSD-UQZtKTntLd48fAY1KBC3krkwbUgfVNyp9mr3jkusgAwTptNPZ3Wp4vIYdBBmqYxuhLG/s1600/DSC02438.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623460991709104466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Yxd2XNyq8eueexujefhiFH1rwP97E0cyMELXExnlkI_TNrJu7nCxPRQWg-gVmcSD-UQZtKTntLd48fAY1KBC3krkwbUgfVNyp9mr3jkusgAwTptNPZ3Wp4vIYdBBmqYxuhLG/s400/DSC02438.JPG" 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align="left">it's a perfect day,</div><div align="left">you made me forget myself, i thought i was someone else, someone good.</div><br /><div align="left">oh it's such a perfect day,</div><div align="left">i'm glad i spent it with you. such a perfect day, you just keep me hanging on.</div><br /><div align="left">you're going to reap just what you sow...</div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-36630706339902044652011-05-02T23:41:00.003+07:002011-05-03T01:20:53.738+07:00bosphorussix hours by the bosphorus, feeling an extreme comfort of a steaming cup of mehmet efendi, which tasted quite like kapal api with one sugar. the silhouette of the minarets, the unfinished report, the bridge crossers, commuting between anatolia and thrace, all fit to the tune of ommadawn's chorus. oh well, the songs of the distant earth remain the same after all these nine years.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-76398434273411254242011-01-02T09:05:00.004+07:002011-01-02T11:34:10.925+07:00new yearentering 2011 with renewed determinations. tic toc of the clock keeps ticking. distant stars keep shining. new year is coming. another milestone. marking the moment we blacken the pages in the books of our lives. with lessons.<br /><br />last night i walked the historic distric of capitol hill on the new year's eve. national mall. passing by the neighbourhood where the solemnness of january icy night resides. my thoughts were mainly of a face and a name. and at times, of reflection of lamplights once seen from across the bridge in inverness scotland. a strange fragmented combination of thoughts. in two hours of stroll at night, dc offered me space and silence. no firework. no trumpet. no loud music. no jubilation. no camera flash. no giggles. no traffic. just stars, ducks, frozen pond, and heartbeats of the moon.<br /><br />a small groups of people sitting on the staircase of lincoln memorial hall. holding in their hands a drink or two, which the security guards later took from them due to the respect and courtesy to the heroes in memoriam.<br /><br />i saw a merry couple wedded in the first minutes of the new year's eve. only a small number of guests were present. a priest. and an accoustic guitar. what a timing for a wedding. when the night was dark and air piercingly cold. midnight and twinkling red lights on the top of washington monument obelisk were their witnesses.<br /><br />jakarta celebrated the new year's eve twelve hours ahead of me. twelve hours that separated us in two different numbers of years.<br /><br />bismillah, 2011 is coming in. and with steadfastness it brings within, i will keep on walking.Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-42382451207744704472010-12-27T02:22:00.004+07:002010-12-27T03:09:17.648+07:00dearest snow<div>snowflakes greet me from outside the window, 'hi vahd, i see your long weekend has been a good one. i'm sorry it's almost over. i know how you feel about this. tomorrow you must resume your duty, fill your cup until it's full enough - one day.'</div><div><br /></div><div>left, right, up and down. look! - how lively the snowflakes fly. they seem weightless. the gravity tries to pull them down to the ground, but winds command them to other directions. </div><div><br /></div><div>if one snow touched my window; it melted almost immediately. and, like tears on a face of a sad person, it leaves a trace on the glass - for a while. until the wind wipes away the trace, sooner rather than later.</div><div><br /></div><div>and the trees in the garden, except the pines, are leafless now. they will remain like that for a couple of weeks. when spring is here.</div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-25493536371486517502010-11-19T09:47:00.005+07:002010-11-19T10:51:29.797+07:00e c h o e s . . . .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">cloudless everyday you fall </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">upon my waking eyes<br />inviting and inciting me to rise</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and through the window in the wall</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">come streaming in on sunlight wings<br />a million bright ambassadors of morning</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />and no-one sings me lullabies<br />and no-one makes me close my eyes<br />and so I throw the windows wide</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">and call to you across the sky...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aq929gdxNiOOT4JsdFAeuR9cqIhLuuksgsL9YR8dmZo9SM5qbebUwiJT7PkuVZkjGWgJMLSmaWoG24QfcqymqyA-4zRU18H1lHWexzzLAmmjqgEjyKQHH7tM3lyQheFFzGjl/s200/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541101564328880114" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- red leaves of autumn, north bethesda, october 2010 (v)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-31281599244729798342010-09-05T17:38:00.018+07:002010-09-29T20:13:47.734+07:00autumn in new york<div>it's about the time for me to write again. september is still here. and so is america. </div><div><br /></div><div>september. a month less-celebrated, but also, to borrow tom jones' words, a time of the year when life is slow and mellow. when grass is green, and grain is yellow.</div><div><br /></div><div>the month when love is an ember about to billow. even in the deep frost of december, when you know the snow will follow, it's nice to remember the fire of september. </div><div><br /></div><div>for me, september means something more. a rainbow caught me then. in the middle of new york jungle. with em. and everything is by the way.</div><div><div> </div></div>Vahd Mulachelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612728502964219431noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100229.post-78284219519602324172010-06-30T15:27:00.002+07:002010-06-30T18:26:30.174+07:00meulabohtomorrow, dear friends, i will go to meulaboh. a seaside town located in aceh province. in december 2004, meulaboh was devastated by the visit of mr. tsunami. things were in ruin then. now, five years later, i go there for the first time in my life. my coming is to see the inauguration of a hospital donated by the people of singapore our neighbour. the itinerary is set. and the programme is made.<br /><br />aceh, indian ocean, here i come... ya huala huala ehaaaa....!Vahd 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