Addiction – Taking art to the street

As I reviewed my newest post I realized that I do have more than just one obsessive photo shot addiction..

Street Grafitti or Street Art?

I was inspired to go through all of my graf/street art pictures after reading Monkeymuesli’s blog Friday fun: art trail blog. The blog as a whole is a fun read with some very interesting photos but the art trail blog was especially interesting as I have an absolute love of street art and graffiti (even if I don’t know how to spell graffiti.. it took me 3 times, thank goodness for spellcheck.)  Painted walls have been a fascination of mine for quite some time.  I love the rawness of graffiti and street art and so I decided to post some of my favorites from Venezuela, New York, San Francisco, Ecuador, Chile, Colombia and I’m sure a few other places will pop up as I move through this blog.  I hope you enjoy.

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The argument rages:

From graffiti to galleries:  street vs. Public (                                                           Street art vs graffiti on the streets of LA(                        What is Street Art? Vandalism, graffiti or public art (                              Art vs. Vandalism (

Casting Shadows

Shadows on the wall, are they real?

“We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.”

― E.M. ForsterA Room with a View

During my two days on the couch re-couping from who knows what, I had ample opportunity to peruse the blogosphere and came upon some really great stories, pictures, advice and new ideas from so many great places.

Shadows at play

Shadows kicking it around

One great idea from a great blog came from RUTH E HENDRICKS PHOTOGRAPHY who posted a photo of grandmother and granddaughter in shadow.  I find shadows intriguing.  I know there is a simple explanation:

shadows3rd person singular present, plural of shad·ow

A dark area or shape produced by a body coming between rays of light and a surface.
Envelop in shadow; cast a shadow over.

Inanimate Shadows

It is true that shadows appear when any form of light approaches from any direction.  They are created or cast to the ground from people or solid objects.  They can be simple or complex depending on the type of light and object that they are representing.  Shadows play an important role in how we see the world. They give depth and breadth to the objects in our life as well as to our lives generally speaking.  They contribute to life and realism, tension in movies are developed by shadows.    Realistic and distorted perceptions of the world are realized through shadows.

Tree shadows

Shadows are more complex then we give them credit for, you will know that if you have ever taught a lesson on Shadows in your life, tried to make a dog bark or an eagle fly through hand-shadows.  Shadows are fascinating.  People in general are fascinated by shadows and most people have their own interpretation or definition of what a shadow is and what they might imply.

Shadow words

The bottom line is in my opinion, everyone and everything casts a shadow.  There are very few moments when you will not cast a shadow. I believe it is important to spend time thinking about the life that you are living and what kind of shadow you are casting.

Shadows in cellars

Our shadow is with us wherever we go.  They don’t affect us as much as they affect others, we don’t even know the half of who is being affected by them most of the time.

What kind of shadow are you casting?

Now in all honesty, I am not a religious person by any means.  I have my beliefs and my beliefs include the idea that we leave a footprint, a shadow of our presence wherever we go and whatever we do.  For that reason I really love the following story and what it implies.  Enjoy.

The Shadows We Cast

J. R. Miller

“For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself.” Romans 14:7

Every one of us casts a shadow. There hangs about us, a sort of a strange, indefinable something, which we call personal influence—that has its effect on every other life on which it falls. It goes with us wherever we go. It is not something we can have when we want to have it, and then lay aside when we will, as we lay aside a garment. It is something that always pours out from our lives, as light from a lamp, as heat from flame, as perfume from a flower.

The ministry of personal influence is something very wonderful. Without being conscious of it, we are always impressing others by this strange power that exudes from us. Others watch us—and their thinking and actions are modified by our influence. Many a life has been started on a career of beauty and blessing—by the influence of a noble act. The disciples saw their Master praying, and were so impressed by His earnestness or by the radiance they saw on His face as He communed with His Father, that when He joined them again—they asked Him to teach them how to pray. Every sincere person is continually impressed by the glimpses he has of loveliness, of holiness, or of nobleness in others. One kind deed often inspires others to act in a kinder way.

Here is a story from a newspaper which illustrates this. A little newsboy entered a subway train, and dropping into a seat was soon asleep. At the next stop two young ladies came in and took seats opposite to him. The child’s feet were bare, his clothes were ragged, and his face was pinched and drawn, showing marks of hunger and suffering. The young ladies noticed him, and seeing that his cheek rested against the hard window-sill, one of them arose and quietly raising his head, slipped her folded scarf under it for a pillow.

The kind act was observed, and now mark its influence. An old gentleman in the next seat, without a word, held out a quarter to the young lady, nodding toward the boy. After a moment’s hesitation she took it, and as she did so, another man handed her a dime, a woman across the aisle held out some pennies and almost before the young woman realized what she was doing, she was taking a collection, everyone in the car passing her something for the poor boy. Thus from the young woman’s one gentle little act—there had gone out a wave of influence touching the hearts of almost forty people, and leading each of them to do something.

Common life is full of just such illustrations of the influence of kind deeds. Every godly life leaves a twofold ministry in this world: that of the things it does directly to bless others; and that of the silent influence it exerts, through which others are made better, or inspired to do like good things.

Influence is something, too, which even death does not end. When earthly life closes, a godly man’s work ceases. He is missed in the places where his familiar presence has brought blessings. No more are his words heard by those who have many times been cheered or comforted by them. No more do his benefactions find their way to homes of need where so often they have brought relief. No more does his loving friendship minister strength or hope or courage to hearts that have learned to love him. The death of a godly man in the midst of his usefulness, cuts off a blessed ministry of helpfulness in the circle in which he has lived. But his influence continues!

The influence which our dead have over us—is frequently very great. We think we have lost them—when we see their faces no more, nor hear their voices, nor receive the accustomed kindness at their hands. But in many cases, there is no doubt that what our loved ones do for us after they are gone—is quite as important as what they could have done for us had they stayed with us. The memory of beautiful lives is a blessing, softened and made more rich and impressive, by the sorrow which their departure caused. The influence of such sacred memories is in a certain sense, more tender than that of life itself. Death transfigures our loved one, as it were, sweeping away thefaults and blemishes of the mortal life—and leaving us an abiding vision in which all that was beautiful and pureand gentle and true in him, remains to us.

We often lose friends in the competitions and strife of earthly life, whom we would have kept forever had death taken them away in the earlier days, when love was strong. Often is it true, “He lives to us—who dies; but he is lost—who lives.” Thus even death does not quench the influence of a godly life. It continues to bless others—long after the life has passed from earth.

Therefore, we need to guard our influence with most conscientious care. It is a crime to carry contagion to men’s homes. It is a worse crime to send out a printed page bearing words infected with the virus of moral death. The men who prepare and publish the vile literature which today goes everywhere polluting and defiling innocent lives, will have a dreadful account to render when they stand at God’s bar to meet their influence. If we would make our lives worthy of God and a blessing to the world—we must see to it that nothing we do shall influence others to do evil in the slightest degree.

In the early days of American art, there went from the States to London, a young artist of genius and of a pure heart. He was poor—but had an inspiration for a holy life, as well as fine painting. Among his pictures was one that in itself was pure, but that by a sensuous mind might possibly be interpreted in an evil way. A lover of art saw this picture and purchased it. But when it was gone the young artist began to think of its possible damaging influence, and his conscience troubled him. He went to the buyer and said: “I have come to buy back my picture.” The purchaser could not understand him. “Didn’t I pay you enough for it? Do you want more money?” he asked. “I am poor,” replied the artist, “but my art is my life. Its mission must be holy. The influence of that picture may possibly be harmful. I cannot be happy with it before the eyes of the world. It must be withdrawn.”

We should keep watch over our words and deeds—not only in their intent and purpose—but also in their possible influence over others. There may be liberties which in us lead to no danger—but which to others with a less stable character, and less helpful environment, would be full of peril. It is part of our duty to think of these weaker onesand of the influence of our example upon them. We may not do anything in our spiritual strength and liberty, which might possibly harm others. We must be willing to sacrifice our liberty—if by its exercise, we endanger another’s soul. This is the teaching of Paul in the words: “It is a noble thing not to eat meat, or drink wine, or do anything that makes your brother stumble” (Romans 14:21). “Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall” (1 Cor. 8:13).

How can we make sure, that our influence shall be only a blessing? There is no way—but by making our lives pure and holy. Just in the measure that we are filled with the Spirit of God, and have the love of Christ in us—shall our influence be holy and a blessing to the world. “Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.” Ephesians 5:15-16

A photo that…

A photo that means the world to me..

The Hostel Bookers 7 Super Shots photo challenge was held in January 2012. I wasn’t blogging back then but someone sent me the link thinking I might enjoy the challenge and they were correct.  The photos highlighted on that site were amazing.  I’m not competing in the contest obviously, but it was just a fun way to go back over some of the photos I have taken over the past few years and see what would fit where in each of the following 7 categories.

Even though I know that the contest is over, and you should also be aware of this, I wanted to participate whole-heartedly in this past contest that will reap me no reward other than my own personal satisfaction.  So here goes. I hope you enjoy looking at the pictures as much as I enjoyed taking them and revisiting them.

For the purpose of the contest I had to choose 7 of my own photos, one for each of the following categories:

  • A photo that…takes my breath away

Takes my breath away- This was taken during my 6 week hike through Cambodia.  It was an amazing adventure with tons of great photos, but this particular photo took my breath away for more than one reason.  Going up just for breathing and going down because it was a bit frightening as the stairs were no tiny.

  • A photo that…makes me laugh or smile

Makes me smile – Both of my daughters always make me smile, but this picture in particular makes me smile largely in part because it’s such a fun, candid,carefree shot.

  • A photo that…makes me dream

Makes me dream-  I love the painted feel of this picture.  It was taken during my recent wine-tasting vacation to Chile with a good friend of mine.  It’s a bit surreal and dreamy with the front colors being so vibrant and the hind pictures looking a bit painted in.

  • A photo that…makes me think

Makes me think – I love, love, love this picture of my sister taken during her recent visit to Venezuela.  We took a 5 day hike that took us from Merida to Barinas through Los Andes.  There’s something about this photo that always draws me to it.  It fell into a couple different categories but I think it fit this one especially because when I look at it, I wonder what she is thinking.

  • A photo that…makes my mouth water

Mouth Watering – I had several photos of food that could have fit into this category, however, the remnant of what I remember to be the best of the best out of all of the wineries we visited in Chile got my mouth to watering just by looking at the picture.

  • A photo that…tells a story

Tells a Story – I found so many pictures that fit into this category and for some reason most of those pictures that speak a story to me are in black and white.  I chose this picture of one of the boat guides that led is through the Delta Orinoco in Venezuela.  This picture in particular spoke to me because I know the whole story behind the photo, but if I were to look at it through fresh eyes, I might imagine the story a bit differently.

  • A photo that…I am most proud of (aka my worthy of National Geographic shot)

Makes me proud-  When I first thought of a picture that would be “National Geographic” material, I pictured one of the hundreds I had taken of magnificent vistas throughout the U.S. and abroad.  However, this is one of my favorites and one that I am most proud of because it represented one of my favorite countries.  It shows movement, color and calmness and expresses just one glance, a little peek at the many beautiful people and festivals of Korea.

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The original contest also stipulated that you should nominate/include (5) other blogs that you felt were worthy of this challenge. I wanted to show homage to some of my favorite photo and food blogs that have inspired and motivated me to keep posting.  It is my humble opinion that these specific blogs are pretty awesome and I feel each fits into one or more of the following categories.

I like some of the following blogs for their amazing photographs and style, others for their incredible wit and ability to entertain.  Other’s largely because they offer guidance on some topics I am interested in, like food, travel and photography reviews. Finally, I feel these particular blogs have something to contribute to the blogging world and the world in general.  So in no particular order, here are some of my favorites.  I will probably edit the list to add more, but these are just off the top of my head.  Thanks for reading all.

Emma’s Life Unravel, I Miss Me Too, Utesmile, Tahiras,  Beyond Paisley, Where’s my Backpack, Grandmother’s Musings, Sued 51  

Public Sleeping

Washington D.C.

Myself, I’m a night-time sleeper.  I have had jobs where I had to sleep during the day and work at night and they were the most miserable times of my life.  Life at night is surreal to me and I can never understand what is happening or where I am.  I’m disjointed and cranky without a good night’s sleep.  I want to be awake when it’s light out and asleep when it’s dark.  Plain and simple.  The only time I sleep in the day is if I am sick or if I have had to work a night shift.  For me the nights are my opportunity to disengage from my day-time routine.  I go to sleep, sleep hard and wake up refreshed and ready to do it all again.

I have heard somewhere that the average person spends about 25% of their life sleeping. Some prefer to sleep in the daytime and some prefer the night.  Some need a bed with absolute darkness and no sound.  Others like to have a tv or radio on for background noise.  The following photos will show that some really just don’t care when, where or how they sleep. Enjoy.

No day is so bad it can’t be fixed with a nap.
~ Carrie Snow

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“People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
― George CarlinBrain Droppings