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Lebanon: Day 2

Weaving through the “Sunday Souk” (also open on Saturdays) isn’t exactly a “shock” to the senses (I’m not an orientalist writing paeans to the grand bazaar), but it certainly is a vibe. There’s one surreal sensory dimension to this Souk that I could never handle for more than a couple of minutes: multiple pre-recorded messages on tiny squawk-boxes and megaphones repeating the latest deals over and over and over and over in the same deadpan monotone. They made me laugh but I could easily see my sanity slip away if I had to endure that for a whole day. I … Continue reading “Lebanon: Day 2” →

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Lebanon: Day 1

We went up to my hometown yesterday. I wanted to visit the different spots my dad liked to visit – a pilgrimage, of sorts. He didn’t have the strength to take us around the usual places last year, but I’m glad that our last and only excursion together before he lost all capacity to move was back to the land of our fathers. A strange land with surrealist characteristics, but the only place on God’s black and red earth that will never call me a stranger and always welcome me home. I joke about how I came back to bring … Continue reading “Lebanon: Day 1” →

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My Brain’s War Correspondent

People’s reactions to my trip to Lebanon have been thematically consistent. Most tell me that they’re thinking of me and praying for me; some say that they’ll miss me; even those who don’t know my reasons for travel have responded with a mix of investment and alarm. That’s a product of Lebanon’s place in the headlines since my last trip, I suppose. It’s been sweet to receive these sentiments, but the cumulative effect of it all is a mild sense of foreboding. Do people know something I don’t? Will I not make it back? What’s going on? That sense is … Continue reading “My Brain’s War Correspondent” →

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This Advent

Christmas is next week and soon it will be Epiphany, and then I’ll be boarding a flight I’ve been anticipating for a long time. I can’t believe it’s almost here. A few days after the news first broke, a coworker who’d experienced similar heartbreak and had been there for me in the long, liminal months of waiting, walked into my office with a silent, sad smile on her face; I smiled back and said: “The hour has finally come, huh?” She said: “Yeah…” Well, the hour has been striking ever since, and I’m still here in this liminal time — … Continue reading “This Advent” →

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Black Friday in Bellingham (Again)

When we drove up to Canada last year, we didn’t stop to linger at the border; with nothing special planned for the long weekend beyond some R&R in Bellingham, I jumped on the opportunity to come up here after connecting over a film swap with @night_bydesign. I took about 20 frames here with @christine.bingham.art, and finished the rest in Bellingham. Bellingham is where I did my half of my first (and last) swap with @____liturgy__ for #AdventWord a while back, so it felt like a full circle moment too. Don’t ask me what it all means though. x This is … Continue reading “Black Friday in Bellingham (Again)” →

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Costa Rica on 35mm

It seems wildly fortuitous that I get these scans back from @glazersphotolab on World Photography Day, as this kind of portrait has become a bit of a minor tradition of ours as well, having started it in Priest Lake two summers ago. It’s touristy and twee, but it means a lot more to me than you could possibly imagine, so doing it in the waters home to Costa Rica’s “Salsa Brava” just takes the ritual to another level. Here are the very first and last shots I took on this waterproof Fujifilm Quicksnap, connecting the Carribean to Lake Washington, with … Continue reading “Costa Rica on 35mm” →

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Costa Rica: Day 9

After another full day of travel with the usual modern inconveniences of bare minimum offerings for exorbitant prices, constant gate changes and delays, topped off with the most sour-faced boarding pass attendant who probably got her customer training as a prison warden (it was Texas, after all), we’re finally home. And it’s good to say “home.” While I’m not ready to return to real life, I’m happy to be back. This wasn’t my first trip as an American citizen, but, as Christine insightfully put it on our way to the airport, this was my first trip as an American — … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 9” →

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Costa Rica: Day 8

Today’s our last full day in Costa Rica and if it hasn’t become disgustingly obvious to you, it is very much clear to me how spoiled we’ve been here. It almost breaks my heart to feel this refreshed and renewed. This is where we’re spending our last few nights. How is this our life? It isn’t — this is only temporary. And yet, what is life but temporary? Is this disassociation, or is this mindful presence? It’s both. It’s the shoreline of our dual realities, sometimes lapping, sometimes crashing, always churning and changing — life’s metabolism. The creation myth of … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 8” →

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Costa Rica: Day 7

Today’s the last long driving day when we make our way back to Guanacaste, where we’ll spend a couple more days before heading back to Seattle. So this feels like a good enough time as any to post this random frame I took using Christine’s camera on our most epic moving day when we shuttled back and forth between SLU, SODO, West Seattle, and Madrona. This is where we parked our car when we picked up the U-HAUL. I just love how the light leak that came through after accidentally opening up the back a bit too early actually elevates … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 7” →

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Costa Rica: Day 6

I was punched in the gut and slapped on the face by the humidity and heat when we first arrived in Puerta Viejo, and I wasn’t sure I was going to survive the simulated jungle shack experience in our “boutique” accommodations where everything is always a little damp and the “sounds of nature” are part of the fun—there are no windows so you don’t have a choice but enjoy a million cicadas buzzing, a hundred howlers howling, and dozen geckos chirping, day and night. But I was now king of the pivot, and by the second night I had acclimatized … Continue reading “Costa Rica: Day 6” →