"Amazing Pictures." (Part 2)

"Amazing Pictures." (Part 2)

Photographing as a process of clarifying this kind of quality, the photographer works towards creating formalized liminal spaces.

His photographs play with time and scale. His imagery suggests a formalized landscape where perspective scale and time momentarily become intangible. The viewer sees repeated dualities of stillness and movement, intense detail with blank atmospheric abstraction, man made objects found in ocean horizons, black and white images printed on colored paper, all reduced to present a sublime experience to the viewer.

The glory lies not in this act of clarification or reduction, but in the experience of what is left -sublime experience located in ordinary space: a slowly moving sky, the sun moving across a boulders surface or sea foam swirling around a pylon.

Exposed onto large-format black and white film under the light of dusk and dawn, the shutter is held open for several minutes, recording the ocean and sky as it continuously repositions itself on the negative, a process both dependent upon and vulnerable to chance.

The resultant image is an accretion of past and present. Each moment is layered over the moment immediately preceding it, a single image that embodies the weight of cumulative time and unending metamorphosis.

"Amazing Pictures."

"Amazing Pictures..."

The shorelines exhibited by the photographer´s works of art are amazing. He presents his abiding interest in the thresholds that divide and connect the sea to the land. He is fascinated with the quality of light and the spacial immensity of the ocean.

We all have enormous reverence for feeling so small in the presence of something so vast, where perspective, scale, time and distance momentarily become intangible...

"MISSING CHILDREN."

"MISSING CHILDREN."

I have seen their faces on public places all over the USA. It hurts me so badly to know that these children have been hurt in such horrendous and dreadful ways. Some of these children have been found alive. Others were not so lucky. I´ll never understand the heart of a killer...

I pray that God may interven in order to find justice for all.

Praying for Justice,

Starry Dawn.

"The Way You Picture Yourself."

"The Way You Picture Yourself."

We may envision a perfect world. At times, we may forget that we are a part of it. Our own contribution and shares lay a significant trail. We interact with all kind of things in the world on daily basis and get feed back from all things whether they are good or bad, dead or alive.

History is also a main part of our common past that we all share, like it or not. Not all things in our surroundings leave a positive trail in our lives. In fact, many things may contribute to leave a great deal of negative evidence.

I have heard that the first ingredient of success, the earliest spark in the dreaming experience is to dream a great dream. Go beyond your own limitations with your mind, and try to reach an extra mile in your view. Always aim higher than you believe whatever you may reach. You may often discover that when your inner talents are set free by your own imagination, you can certainly achieve any goal of your dreams.

The power of one´s mind and spirit is much greater than one thinks of. If you encounter folks who offer their help or wisdom, accept it with a grateful heart. You may be surprised of how much you can learn from those folks who have gone through things before you. You can learn from their own experience. But, do not hesitate to step off the accepted path and head off in your own direction if your heart tells you that it´s the right way for you.

Believe that you´ll succeed at whatever you do. Never forget the value of persistence, discipline, honesty and determination. You are meant to be whatever you dream of becoming. If it happens that you are one who suffers from some kind of disability, please, focus on the values of your abilities rather than crying over spilt milk.

Just take a moment of your time, take a look around at your world today, think of whatever you may change for the better, open your eyes and see what´s going on!!...

The choice is all yours, the way you picture yourself, and you wish to change something for the better in your life.

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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THE JOURNEY.

THE JOURNEY.

To All Readers,

I let you know that I am soon heading for New York where my dear family live. I am going to a family reunion. I am so happy and excited about going back to the States with my dear family. My daughter, her husband and my grandchildren are all Americans who were born in New York. They invited me to their house where I´ll stay for a while enjoying their lovely company. Some of their birthdays are coming up in September, plus Thanksgiving and Christmas later on. I´ll certainly enjoy my time with them. So, I won´t be around posting in my blogs for a while. I am sure you´ll understand. However, I shall return, if that is God´s will. When I come back in here, I´ll tell you some of the stories with my dear family in New York.

Thank you in advance for reading my posts!!

Have a blessed day always in our Lord´s Vineyard!!

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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HAMLET. "To be or not to be." (Act 3)

HAMLET. "To be or not to be."

(Act 3, Scene 1)

To be, or not to be, that is the question

Whether it´s nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to -´tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep

To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there is the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There´s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life,

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor´s wrong, the proud man´s contumely,

The pangs of disprized love, the law´s delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country from whose bourn

No travelers returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in thy horizons

Be all my sins remembered.

Author: William Shakespeare.

"THE ORPHAN."

THE ORPHAN.

This story happened overseas, not in the United States.

This story is about a child who was born an orphan, but when he grew up he was born again in Christ, so he became a Christian. This story happened overseas, not in the U.S.

Long ago, I used to volunteer giving charity for the homeless, humans and animals in need. We were a group of Christians gathering food, clothing and other items at a local hospital or church or humane society. In my childhood, my dear mother used to do the same kind of charity for the ones in need. She had a big heart for the needy ones.

Gazing upon a nostalgic horizon, I recall to have helped a small hungry man in his 40´s, who was skin and bones. I offered him meals at home and also clothing to keep him warm from the cold weather. He spent time with my family at table in many occasions. He was grateful to us, so he began to tell us that he was born an orphan and he grew up in an orphanage as a little child.

His mother had left him at a hospital when he was born. So, born with an abnormal palate and leporim lips, he was unable to swallow milk or other fluids normally, for they came out through his nostrils. He had hard times with breathing as well. He would tell me his old tales with his funny voice many years later. Just for the grace of God, this orphan baby had been saved thanks the kind hearted nurses at the orphanage and hospital. I think those nurses were instruments of God. God´s will was to save that baby orphan. I noticed that he would smile most of the time as a grown up and showed a positive attitude even in nasty living conditions. Perhaps, he may have smiled as a baby too, and might have won the people´s hearts with his lovely smile. I am just wondering...

His name is Horace. He lived with so many other orphan children like himself. At the age of 5, he was sent to another orphanage for adoption. This child would wait for a good caring and loving home. People do not even realize what it would be like living behind those walls, I guess. Telling the story in a nutshell, in brief, his life had always been at stake, in a verge of ending at the hands of careless evil doers. In other words, his life was not touched by many blessings, but much suffering to bear instead.

To his misfortune, he was adopted at the age of 7 by cruel farmers who made him work so hard out in the fields as a little slave. Other farmers had also done the same kind of cruel practices with other orphans and homeless children. They only adopted them from the orphanage to abuse them in slavery. Other corrupted and perverted folks even used them as beggars in the streets or used them for even worse indicent practices for their own profits. I know that these things might happen in other parts of the world. It really hurts to know that these things happen. How could humans be so cruel?? I wonder...

Going back to the story, those cruel people had not sent him to school, neither care for the boy´s well-being. So, he turned to be illiterate at that point in time. They often beated the poor child if he would not obey to work harder. The poor child ended up running away to a much bigger farm in another town, for he would have no other choice. He had left riding a horse out in the field. He would soon turn to become a real expert in horseback riding. He would become a jockey for a short while later on.

The people in the new farm were wealthy, kind and warm hearted. They helped him survive bad storms in his childhood and in his early teens. He would even be able to go to school for a while there in town, so that he would learn how to read and write a little bit. Years later, when the boy would be in his early 20´s, the wealthy lady would pay for his oral surgery and recovery in hospital. Soon after he got better, he would leave the farm lifestyle and go into a big city where he would remain for the rest of his life. This orphan child in this tale would become a grown up man for the grace of God. He indeed survived, although he would remain very thin, just skin and bones, throughout his entire life due to malnutrition during his early stages of his childhood.

One day, I met him over 20 years ago in a big city. I felt compassion in my heart for the way he looked like, so thin and starved looking man. He was working very hard in a small local supermarket doing the cleaning in the afternoon. The big city was overcrowded with all kind of things, but he would prefer the city life over the rural one.

I was back then, shopping and buying some groceries there, and coming back home from a multinational company which had hired English teachers overseas. Our job was providing training and teaching American English to executives (CEO). I met some wonderful American teachers overseas. I gently spoke to the man in this story, and he would listen to me. Since then on, we established a friendship bond. I began to talk to him about God, and God´s plan in his life.

I sent him food, clothing and other kind of help in any way I could. Poverty is very hard to endure in such heartless terms. He has remained skin and bones, but he is always grateful to the Lord, and often shows the best of his loving smiles in return of kindness. He told me that he was born again in Christ. He went to a Church to speak with the Priest because he wanted to be baptized. His life would change afterwards. Horace has become a Christian. Praise the Lord!!

He has grown older, but I am truly glad that I have met him. He has been an inspiration in my life. We praise the Lord in all circumstances. This is a true and touching story.

Let us pray...

We often patiently go about the daily routines of life. Perhaps, we are waiting for God to reveal a more exciting plan for our lives. Ask God to show you the potential for even this time of seeming insignificance to become meaningful and effective service for Him. God can make every passage of life worthwhile.

Dear Lord, please shape me, mold me, let me become the person you want it me to be, in order to serve You more deeply. Thank You for forgiving my sins, dear Lord!! I am waiting to hear Your voice in my heart. Please, show me the way, Lord. Thank You for listening to our prayers!! AMEN.

In God´s Garden,

Starry Dawn.

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