Things I See

Sidewalk Cafe Encounters
A man pleads to a tourist sitting in a sidewalk cafe in the front row. while one begs, the tourist looks past him as if he’s not there. There is no law which states that one has to feed the starving homeless in Morocco, It’s left up to the kindness of the individual who has bread on his table and enough to share. He did not share. I watched this act at this cafe four different times. Only once did they offer tea to and individual in need.The actual performance is very dramatic. Nothing like Gypsies saying it for the baby. In Morocco it’s very clear its for the asker. The performance is filled with suffering. The stench is over powering. A few times, only once did the owner chase them off. In other times they allow them to stay as everyone around you watches to see what you do.My advice if you want to go local and be like the people. Order water , drink fast and move on. Wait until your final destination of the day has ended.To order food, or mint tea is too social, and open. The public in need will invite themselves to your table for a taste, or to quench their thirst the longer you sit there.No need to worry, it’s just another encounter at a sidewalk cafe in a small town.

Sidewalk Cafe Encounters

A man pleads to a tourist sitting in a sidewalk cafe in the front row. while one begs, the tourist looks past him as if he’s not there. There is no law which states that one has to feed the starving homeless in Morocco, It’s left up to the kindness of the individual who has bread on his table and enough to share. He did not share. I watched this act at this cafe four different times. Only once did they offer tea to and individual in need.

The actual performance is very dramatic. Nothing like Gypsies saying it for the baby. In Morocco it’s very clear its for the asker. The performance is filled with suffering. The stench is over powering. A few times, only once did the owner chase them off. In other times they allow them to stay as everyone around you watches to see what you do.

My advice if you want to go local and be like the people. Order water , drink fast and move on. Wait until your final destination of the day has ended.

To order food, or mint tea is too social, and open. The public in need will invite themselves to your table for a taste, or to quench their thirst the longer you sit there.

No need to worry, it’s just another encounter at a sidewalk cafe in a small town.


The Motto of An Entrepreneur
An Entrepreneur tells me that whatever I am looking for he can get for me for a price. In a harsh life wheeling and dealing in the markets is an accomplishment.After all this man’s face was like leather that pealed beneath the desert sun. A sign of wisdom within his life time. You know I believe he could have gotten me whatever I wanted. He was the real genie in the lamp, and I let him get away.

The Motto of An Entrepreneur

An Entrepreneur tells me that whatever I am looking for he can get for me for a price. In a harsh life wheeling and dealing in the markets is an accomplishment.

After all this man’s face was like leather that pealed beneath the desert sun. A sign of wisdom within his life time. You know I believe he could have gotten me whatever I wanted. He was the real genie in the lamp, and I let him get away.

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For the Love of Cake
You can tell how much she likes her sweet cake during her sweet attack by how she holds both pieces in her hand as she savors the flavor in her mouth, and last eyes the hand which holds her future bite. All at the same time.

This photo was shot in the Ballaro area in Parlarmo Sicily. For many photographers this is not a wise place to shoot at. It’s not a place for sissy photography. 

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For the Love of Cake

You can tell how much she likes her sweet cake during her sweet attack by how she holds both pieces in her hand as she savors the flavor in her mouth, and last eyes the hand which holds her future bite. All at the same time.

This photo was shot in the Ballaro area in Parlarmo Sicily. For many photographers this is not a wise place to shoot at. It’s not a place for sissy photography. 

THE HOLY WISH

I’m putting this image up because I feel over saturated in another culture. I feel that maybe religion should be left to children. That would be to simply love a god as a child unspoiled. I’m sure she wondered how many candies she will see on her cake when she becomes old enough.In the end as all chidden do. They just make a wish and think of a birthday cake.

THE HOLY WISH

I’m putting this image up because I feel over saturated in another culture. I feel that maybe religion should be left to children. That would be to simply love a god as a child unspoiled. I’m sure she wondered how many candies she will see on her cake when she becomes old enough.In the end as all chidden do. They just make a wish and think of a birthday cake.

WHEN ALL is SAID AND DONE.    (fini)

Within the wave of sadness. I am left bobbing hopelessly behind her in an ocean of lament. I wipe my blurry eyes. She gets closer to the alter in front, his silent face looks into the Cathedral light. This actual physical moment takes place in the sector of the the church which is designed to describe what heaven is like in the bible. It’s just the physical height and space described. All cathedrals have this section build in to their structure. He looks up and locks eyes with me. “Do not cry he’s says, I’m going to have a miracle performed”. The Bishop will bless me with holy water, soon all will be right. “I will go to Punteranous today and will not have to lay there and wait for my mother to block the sun out of my face. I won’t even have to wait for her to give me a taste of that sweet mango ice icicle that melts all over my lips as I taste and feel it’s pleasant cold sensations. When I finish, I shall join in and play with other boys and race in the the wave and swim to wards the horizon and enjoy the weightless sensation and know that I am in the hands of my God forever. You see, I am his devotee ”.I stowed my camera and noticed everyone was in tears. We sat outside the church. By then time passed, and he was carried to his grandfather and there he sat silently in his grandfathers arms looking up into space. with a smile.

WHEN ALL is SAID AND DONE.    (fini)

Within the wave of sadness. I am left bobbing hopelessly behind her in an ocean of lament. I wipe my blurry eyes. She gets closer to the alter in front, his silent face looks into the Cathedral light. This actual physical moment takes place in the sector of the the church which is designed to describe what heaven is like in the bible. It’s just the physical height and space described. All cathedrals have this section build in to their structure. He looks up and locks eyes with me. “Do not cry he’s says, I’m going to have a miracle performed”. The Bishop will bless me with holy water, soon all will be right. “I will go to Punteranous today and will not have to lay there and wait for my mother to block the sun out of my face. I won’t even have to wait for her to give me a taste of that sweet mango ice icicle that melts all over my lips as I taste and feel it’s pleasant cold sensations. When I finish, I shall join in and play with other boys and race in the the wave and swim to wards the horizon and enjoy the weightless sensation and know that I am in the hands of my God forever. You see, I am his devotee ”.

I stowed my camera and noticed everyone was in tears. We sat outside the church. By then time passed, and he was carried to his grandfather and there he sat silently in his grandfathers arms looking up into space. with a smile.

Mary’s Lamentation

If you believe, just maybe something good can happen to one’s life. To believe is to have faith.

In the past year I’ve been following a religious path in my travels and teachings to process symbolic images. There is an old saying about which came first. The chicken or the egg from our childhood. You can ask the same question in regards to the biblical iconic imagery like Michelangelo’s Pieta. This is the image  of dead Jesus in the arms of Mary. What makes this so interesting to me is that one hundred years after Jesus died. Yet in the fourteenth century people are starting to interpret the the  emotion Mary must have felt for her child at death.  Michelangelo  ends up with an assignment to create a head stone that must be the most beautiful than any thing existing for the tomb of  St Peters. Michelangelo interprets the bible and produces The Lamentation of Jesus, which was a popular them in Northern Europe that portrayal of pain. This ideal gives life to the crucifixion.  In celebration we now have Holy week. MIchelangelo’s statue is a perfect illustration that tells the story of what could had been a biblical event. Today people who live in a cultures with fewer options in life  has kept the stories alive from sermons in church to readings at home with the belief that these things have happened. It is a part of their conviction. 

Within the pages of the bible that was first written one hundred years after the death of Jesus, The fourteenth century art interprets to the biblical literate and biblical   illiterate of the Lamenting Mary. In times of personal crises biblical art becomes the reference and path way for lamentation and prayer as seem of many people kneeling in prayer.  

In my image a real woman with real needs, laments while moving down the isle. She bare’s her incapacitated son in her arms in search for a miracle from her faith.


This series of images is my reportage of truth from within the town of Cartaga where farm workers and people within the town still believe that a miracle, an act from God can happen even as the world changes and still embrace the acts of faith. 

Mary’s Lamentation

If you believe, just maybe something good can happen to one’s life. To believe is to have faith.

In the past year I’ve been following a religious path in my travels and teachings to process symbolic images. There is an old saying about which came first. The chicken or the egg from our childhood. You can ask the same question in regards to the biblical iconic imagery like Michelangelo’s Pieta. This is the image  of dead Jesus in the arms of Mary. What makes this so interesting to me is that one hundred years after Jesus died. Yet in the fourteenth century people are starting to interpret the the  emotion Mary must have felt for her child at death.  Michelangelo  ends up with an assignment to create a head stone that must be the most beautiful than any thing existing for the tomb of  St Peters. Michelangelo interprets the bible and produces The Lamentation of Jesus, which was a popular them in Northern Europe that portrayal of pain. This ideal gives life to the crucifixion.  In celebration we now have Holy week. MIchelangelo’s statue is a perfect illustration that tells the story of what could had been a biblical event. Today people who live in a cultures with fewer options in life  has kept the stories alive from sermons in church to readings at home with the belief that these things have happened. It is a part of their conviction. 

Within the pages of the bible that was first written one hundred years after the death of Jesus, The fourteenth century art interprets to the biblical literate and biblical   illiterate of the Lamenting Mary. In times of personal crises biblical art becomes the reference and path way for lamentation and prayer as seem of many people kneeling in prayer.  

In my image a real woman with real needs, laments while moving down the isle. She bare’s her incapacitated son in her arms in search for a miracle from her faith.

This series of images is my reportage of truth from within the town of Cartaga where farm workers and people within the town still believe that a miracle, an act from God can happen even as the world changes and still embrace the acts of faith. 

If There is A God…. Please Help
A woman overcome from the pain, and the reality of crawling on her knees down the isle towards the alter at church, weeps in pain and love for her child that is beyond hope from any doctor. Her husband races in to support her failing arms from leasing their son to the hard floor.

She did reach the alter with her husband’s support. The bishop lead them into a private room for prayer, and the dousing of Hoy water in the name of Christ.In their hearts rest the seed of hope, that one day, a sign, and the joy of a merciless to see their son, run like the wind with other boys and girls at play.

If There is A God…. Please Help

A woman overcome from the pain, and the reality of crawling on her knees down the isle towards the alter at church, weeps in pain and love for her child that is beyond hope from any doctor. Her husband races in to support her failing arms from leasing their son to the hard floor.


She did reach the alter with her husband’s support. The bishop lead them into a private room for prayer, and the dousing of Hoy water in the name of Christ.

In their hearts rest the seed of hope, that one day, a sign, and the joy of a merciless to see their son, run like the wind with other boys and girls at play.
HOLY HIGHWAY to LOVE
Two nuns sit glued to their laptop screens while on the internet. I couldn’t help but think of how religion has found a divine way to be apart of society without criticizing those that pioneered internet dating. SO I guess for the purest of pure, a good nun would be best for marriage should she jump ship for a lesser holy matrimonial life with a man looking for the same. Until then they just might be holy bad girls and bad boys on a wireless swing.Thank you Apple iPhone 5s for allowing me to grab this fun shot. In Costa Rica while being a tourist. :)

HOLY HIGHWAY to LOVE

Two nuns sit glued to their laptop screens while on the internet. I couldn’t help but think of how religion has found a divine way to be apart of society without criticizing those that pioneered internet dating. SO I guess for the purest of pure, a good nun would be best for marriage should she jump ship for a lesser holy matrimonial life with a man looking for the same. Until then they just might be holy bad girls and bad boys on a wireless swing.

Thank you Apple iPhone 5s for allowing me to grab this fun shot. In Costa Rica while being a tourist. :)

SUPERMAN COMBS HIS HAIR for THE LADIES
One of the top tasks Superman must do in order to look good before going into battle and being everyone’s hero after the big win is to look good. Getting that hair just right, so everyone knows he’s “Superman” all begins with his hair combed exactly right.It also appears that in the life of Superman in Costa Rica , he’s like by the ladies because of his super powers at the carnival. This includes helping a lost child find his mother or family members. One might not run to a policeman, but one will always run to the good guys for help under distress. After all at the carnival where you can let your imagination run free. You can imagine Superman is a worthy icon to seek help from to find your mom. After all he has super powers.

SUPERMAN COMBS HIS HAIR for THE LADIES

One of the top tasks Superman must do in order to look good before going into battle and being everyone’s hero after the big win is to look good. Getting that hair just right, so everyone knows he’s “Superman” all begins with his hair combed exactly right.

It also appears that in the life of Superman in Costa Rica , he’s like by the ladies because of his super powers at the carnival. This includes helping a lost child find his mother or family members. One might not run to a policeman, but one will always run to the good guys for help under distress. After all at the carnival where you can let your imagination run free. You can imagine Superman is a worthy icon to seek help from to find your mom. After all he has super powers.


A Fist Full of Money and A Cup Of Tea
It is the end of the month and she has received her monthly allowance, She sits in a general store,part cafe, a place for female chat, and a cup of tea as she waits her place in line to pay her debts between the long term awaited income from working in the fields at her age. In the north, women work until they can’t.

A Fist Full of Money and A Cup Of Tea

It is the end of the month and she has received her monthly allowance, She sits in a general store,part cafe, a place for female chat, and a cup of tea as she waits her place in line to pay her debts between the long term awaited income from working in the fields at her age. In the north, women work until they can’t.