cleaning up...

Funny how sometimes you just leave shit piled up in your space for no good reason, other that your will to Not use force against an object that is nothing but a mere representation of something you hardly even remember,...
still it's a nice shoot, i enjoyed it.

uplifting #1

Advice #25/26

misscomm reworked

a perfect conversation,

She storms into the room,
I pause,
she calmly informs me of nothing,
I nod and thank her for that,
she screams her fears, almost crying,
I ask her why,
her heart explodes with agony,
she blames me for everything,
I ask her again,
she turns around,
slams the door behind here,
and I thank her for that,
I resume.

and a child shall lead them ...

something about a baby's smile just puts things into perspective for me, the way they look at the world with that unfocused gaze, and suddenly smile, just drives home the point for me,
it's not about the now, the now is too much of a mess to really do anything with it but move on,
and if the now is so transient, then the past entirely looses significance, and much of it's weight,
the past also becomes the womb of which we had just left behind, still a little too close for close examination,
the future is what remains,
ah yes,
the future,
as vague as it might be, only babies seem to see it with those unfocused eyes, and what they see makes them smile, and that is a hopeful sign,
if it makes a baby smile, it just can't be bad,
and if the present is this transient, and the past too close, well ...
it only leaves the future open,
maybe with a little less focus on our worries, insecurities, and fears,
maybe we too can smile.

thank you, Maryam Akram Ghalib Bikzadeh (my long time accomplice's little girl and my God Daughter :D )
even if you might not know it, you have made my day with that smile, i hope that one day, you might teach us things, and thingies ... and thingie thing thingies ...

Naked Desert

Siwa, Egypt, the last place of magic.
"no photo-manipulation, minor color correction (gamma) "
from March 28th to April 6th 2008.

Home comeing

Sun. April 6th 2008

in olden days, the unlearned would call it magic,
in these trodden days, when you hear nothing but static,
we miss the expanse, the dark romance, the un-given chance, and in moon light we dance,
we gaze at the stars, and wander afar, in firelight, senses clear, wild chances appear.
it is all good,
and as i did come of age,
it did happen.

Alexandria, March 2007

He Waits

Nostalgia

peace, for a while

one of the lovliest places in old Cairo, Zainab Khatoun House,
behind al Azhar Mousque.. , on a small vista full of memory,
the shots were taken by Me at a time when things were right,
the shots are of the main "Mashrabeya" in the main seating area "magles"
oddly enough, i have always made it a point to take people i really
care about to this house, it's so quite and peacfull there, i guess it's my hidden tresure house.
only place i know where my usual anger leaves me.