A tale of giant balls… War is horrible. I’ve witnessed it. If it’s possible to inflict more suffering than war, an act most sinister, it would be a siege. What began in 1187 rendered these two hundred fifty kilograms (five hundred pounds) catapult balls useless. Today, they collect endless dust coatings in their original storage room at Shobak Castle (Krak de Montreal) in southern Jordan. The castle was impenetrable by 11th-century conventional warfare. At that time in history, the fortress was ruled by a fellow named Raynald of Châtillon, who used the citadel to attack passing rich caravans. Upon hearing Raynald was about to attack Mecca, troops led by Ayyudib sultan Saladin surrounded Shabak, perched high on a hill. He used a simple, torturous tactic - encircle and remain at a distance, cutting off all food and supplies to the nearly 6000 people and soldiers within. Saladin’s army waited, patiently, until everyone inside began to starve to death. Desperate, in male dominating atrocity, those who endured sold their wives and children for food and began to go blind due to lack of salt. The siege lasted for two years, and in 1189 those who remained surrendered, never launching the catapults. Century after century, until now, in want to control trade, pillage resources, or inflict misery upon others, such tactics are employed. Only today, not using giant balls... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed #shobak #jordan #catapultballs #balls #everythinghasastory
These days of winter in the Berkshires I just love. For now, in imagination what Siberia will be and look, and feel like... #intheberkshires #greatbarrington #massachusetts #truck #winter #tree #snow #moonlight #beauty @natgeo @viiphoto
This photograph is as silhouette’y as I can accept, thankful for the layers of unpleasant interestingness... backlit smoke and rice as in a movie set, but it’s real. So were the actors of humanity. Add a rocket flame-thrower to boil water that pre-cooks rice in its husk to trick the stomach you’ve eaten more than you have, and so presents the evils of poverty and the rising cost of food all in one moment. Pieces of many from a worldwide story I photographed a few years ago for @natgeo, including the village rice processing center in Rangpur, northern Bangladesh. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Silhouettes bore me. Why? There’s no emotional meaning of purpose nor depth of consciousness. Sleepy picture postcards... someone walking on a sunsetting beach, a landscape with mountains, with a building silhouetted in the foreground... come on. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Soon, I will begin a series of videos on TikTok and here on Instagram Live called “Ask Me Anything!” I hope to share with working and aspiring photographers how to let go of the boredom state of photography I’m seeing. A repetition that isn’t enlightening us beyond what we already know, and why now, at this moment in history, we need to go into daring and beautiful depth-spaces of visual storytelling that causes us to rethink who we are, where we are going. If not, we will continue the same cycles of war, division, environmental loss, and, yes, uninteresting photography that, for whatever reason we like, limiting ourselves in unending, uninspiring art in little purpose. Harsh? No. Truth. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #askmeanything #series #beginningsoon #Bangladesh #rice #flame #labor follow me on #TikTok @johnstanmeyer
This evening I am feeling for something dark and simple...a blue door in liquidy red light, in layers of life, and a gentle dog, passing by when I walked at night through a village in rural Punjab, India, not so long ago. @natgeo #punjab #india #night #red #bluedoor #woman #Dog #people #shadows #somethingsimple #fromthearchives
Last week, some of you kindly joined me on a bicycle ride with Jezebel through the deserted streets of Washington, DC. It was four days before the inauguration of President @potus Joe Biden and @vp Kamala Harris. We were together during an “Ask Me Anything” while on the never-ending we do… trying to feel something, anything of meaning, for a @natgeo story on the Ghostlands of DC. When responding to a question about why I am bored by the photography I’m seeing bring created, even the photography I make, we turned onto 10th Street NW. Out of nowhere, a spaceship appeared... a glowing square floating in emptiness. The sunlight reflected across potholes, tire marks, the lamps by a church ignited by the sun in a movie set with no actors. We stopped, parked in the middle of what usually would be a traffic-filled street. Mounted to Jezebel, the IG Live kept running while this gift of simplicity was given to us, in the expecting nothing, thankful for anything. A lone white car was in the distance and on the left another gift in the window of Madame Tussauds’ Wax Museum; A large photograph of the former president, @barackobama, tying in the narrative of presidents during last weeks most unusual inauguration in this countries existence. Quiet little tiny pieces within the vastness of abandonment. The photography from 10th Street is on the six video files. As we rode together, until Jezebel, in all my clumsiness, toppled over, spilling a precious cup of coffee. Enjoy the strangeness… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo #askmeanything #ghostlandsofDC #abandonment #BarackObama #madametussauds #sunlight #shinnybuilding #chuch #spaceship
This also is America... Minutes before President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris were sworn into office, Trump supporters arrived at Union Station in Washington, DC, a short distance from the Capitol building. What began as a reasonably harmless group that called themselves “Bible believers” turned into a rage. One moment asking for all to come to Jesus, followed in claiming false elections, horrid name-calling of Kamala Harris, and spewing racial intolerance. Fed up by what he was hearing, DC resident Bobby Blassingame (right) confronted Rubin Israel (left), and so continued the unpleasantness we’ve seen these last four years, delivered through falsehoods, conspiracy theories, and scornfulness. I don’t recall reading, ever Jesus speaking in the words I heard blasting through a megaphone three days ago, nor in such hatred and falsity. More could be achieved by enlightenment...through kindness, soft spoken words, and truth. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo #USinaguration #protests #argument #division #WashingtonDC #dc
This is America*... 6am yesterday morning at K Street and 18th NW in Washington, D.C., just hours before President Biden and Vice President Harris were sworn into office. So much work has to be done... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Forgetting late last night to mention...more than a quarter (36%) of the unfathomable $27,746,866,466,493 trillion dollar debt, $8.3 trillion dollars, was added between 2017-2020, increased homelessness, wealth inequality, degradation of our environment, and more, in an attempt to make America (allegedly) great again... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo #USnationalDebt #nationaldebt #poverty #homelessness #WashingtonDC #dc #districtofcolumbia
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” ~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Latest story in @natgeo, "As Inauguration Looms, The Nation’s Capital Goes Still". Link in Instagram bio. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo @insidenatgeo #martinlutherking #mlk #mlkday #WashingtonDC #dc #districtofcolumbia
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Turquoise cruising in DC.
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Laaa deee daaaa’ing at night through the ghostlands of Washington, D.C.
Before leaving tomorrow, tonight in usual pondering before any story; How do I see further? This evening began as usual in these days…going in the archive to find meaning and came across this photograph. How landscapes, even this, often bore me. I can039;t just view from a distance, lying to myself these orange-painted mountains in the Saudi Arabian sands, no matter how big or grand, that I am giving enough to nature or the story. In the beyond, this need for layers and meaning. Sure, I039;m thankful these friendly pigeons circled once more before returning. Metal tins repurposed as penthouses perched upon poles at a desert farm in the middle of somewhere in the center of nowhere. So what. As in life, flavor possibilities of food, unexplored intonations in music and literature, how might we dance, could sing, or run a shoe store in a mall. Something is missing if we accept liking our limitations of seeing as sufficient. In recent months, I039;ve been reading books on the universe and quantum mechanics. No...I am a feeble one ever to imagine understanding it all. This need to find answers, going into the black holes of the universe that connects to the vast hole within ourselves we039;re too weak to explore. Accepting where we stand, where we are, is the image or the answer in all possible dimensions. Afraid to risk perceptions beyond what we have already known, so possibly one day, finding the quantum within ourselves. The work and meaning we039;re here to do. Going deep into a black hole we039;ve all fallen into, I sense these coming days in D.C. will be a landscape of the unrecognizable… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #TheWellsOfMemory @outofedenwalk #saudiarabia #pigeons #flight #mountains #sunset #landscape #
Needing uncomplicated beauty. Something gentle…portraits during the sacred nyabutan or nyambutin ceremony on the island of Bali, Indonesia. This unique event occurs 105 days after every Balinese is born. The mamas, papas, and family, adorned in flowers for the moment when a child can touch the ground...for their first time in this life. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bali #Indonesia #nyabutan #nyambutin #flowers #portraits @natgeo @viiphoto #fromthearchives #somebeauty
Feeling tired after offering food in a ceremony to the village039;s ancestral spirits, Dominikus Weu, a mystic known as a Musaluki Puu, takes rest in the trails of incense within the sacred house. While living in Indonesia, I was in the village of Woloara on the island of Flores. I spent two days with Dominikus and his fellow shamans. They live near the top of Mount Kelimutu, an ancient sacred volcano. One of three colored sulfuric lakes atop Gunung Kelimutu is green, symbolizing teenagers039; spirit or Tiwu Koo Vainuwa Muri. Not learning anywhere near all the wisdom he contains, I recall how Dominikus told me his culture039;s connection to my favorite number, 7. How only seven Muzaluki039;s at one time are granted their powers, selected through an elaborate hand and finger counting process only found within the Lio tribe of Flores. Sometimes I wonder whether he039;s still alive and if he passed his knowledge to others. The sacred rituals and healings through nature that, once we forget, are lost forever. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #VolcanoGods #Indonesia #flores #woloara #offering #spirituality #mysticism #sacred #incense #portrait #musaluki #shaman #liotribe #kelimutu #volcano #fromthearchives
Tonight in need of something simple and relatively harmless…I Dream of Jeannie, on the television at Danny’s home in Tennessee, photographed late last year while on a new story for @natgeo. This greenness has nothing to do with anything, only a brief moment before turning around to photograph what I was there to do, on a much more heartbreaking story. I love how avocado green Danny’s living and dining rooms are. Were it not for a flatscreen television and shiny stereo, his home with a slightly sloping roof is wonderfully lost in the ’70s. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #icanttellyou in #tennessee #idreamofjeannie #television #green #notmuchofanything
When I met Wataru Tamura, he was meditating in warm waters at the Tsubo-Yu onsen in the Kansai region of Southern Japan. Tamura had just completed the Kumano Pilgrimage, a spiritual journey through ancient forests where it is believed the origins of Japanese Shintoism and Buddhism began. Remembering how peaceful it was spending days at this ancient onsen (hot springs), in my mind this night walking through forests… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #sacredwater #TsuboYu #onsen #hotspring #kumano #japan #water #meditation #fromthearchives
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“The living of life - any life - involves great and private pain, much of which we share with no one. In such places as the inner gorge, the pain trails away from you. It is not so quiet there or so removed that you can hear yourself think, that you would even wish to. That comes later. You can hear your heartbeat. That comes first.” ~ Barry Lopez ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Tonight I heard the voice of Barry Lopez reading, "Gone Back Into The Earth”. This part, from an essay about his travels with musician Paul Winter while driving across the United States, felt appropriate for these days...driving anywhere around this earth. Filmed from the kitchen in this old home of twenty-four windows.
We all are in need, everywhere... these months and recent days living in the overwhelming everything, is some love, and peace… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #love #belohorizonte #brazil @rippleeffectimages #fromthearchives
Once I was in Kiryat Luza on Mount Gerizim and met the village’s school director, who asked me to visit the Samaritan school. The school did not have anything to do with the story, but I went anyway…she was so kind, I could not say no. And this moment, a usually typical and expected gathering of girls in curiosity, became beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed @outofedenwalk #KiryatLuza #MountGerizim #nabuls #westbank #samaritans #school #children #hands #fromthearchive
Last night was like many previous, the few lights in the home kept low, then I see outside and within. For nearly a year, I’ve continued photographing these windows every day and night—unintentional, nor directly connected to 75-days of previous covid isolation last year. I photograph to torment and expand myself. Sharing this evening intermittent pieces from endless distractions I fall into each day in this still unfinished old home of #24windows, shared yesterday in Stories...kitchen hasn’t changed since we last were here on May 16 (day 41), except for a sizeable crinkled bag of dog food I keep meaning to recycle, a mini-mountain on a table... the walls of a million holes made smooth last summer, a painting I love by Brazilian artist, @lhamasp, “Paths and Choices” (link in bio to see her beauty), finding a home next to a lamp from China covered in my daughters red Halloween cape, and a vacuum for now standing here cause I tend to dirty and spill things quite often... a favorite window overlooking trees previously seen on May 28 (day 73), having to keep the blinds slightly closed or @elfriede.the.great.dane goes berserk when the neighbor039;s chickens wobble past... Evergreens in the yard last evening were frosted as Christmas, and while snow fell, the neighbor039;s light from a window faintly stretching across the garden behind the Javanese bench felt so welcoming... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #24windows #coronavirusdiaries #greatbarrington #berkshires #westernma #intheberkshires continue to not #visittheberkshires till we’ve all had the #covidvaccine #frommywindows #window @natgeo @viiphoto #dogfood #Painting #redcap #vacuum #tree #windowblind #snow #bench ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #24windows book publishing 2021
I dream bizarreness will appear more than I should. And magically, one evening while in the West Bank, a Boeing 707 and bumper cars rose up from a field of weeds on a windy cloudless night, and you begin to realize our imagination is actually real. The anthropocene just outside Nablus, pieces of many stranger things randomly tossed, everywhere. The twin-brothers who own this carnival, Atallah and Khamis al-Sairafi, said they imagined turning their art installation of extraordinariness into a restaurant. I hope they did… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed #nablus #westbank #airplae #boeing707 #bumpercars #night #stars #wind #anthropocene #installationart #fromthearchives (thank you, @pilot_dave, for helping me be sure this was a 707)
From a moment like many, having nothing to do with anything, in everything to do with something… Not that long ago, I was standing by a small table beside a telephone booth along the side of a road. There was a simple stand belonging to a woman who had a broom, two baskets, a half-finished soda bottle repurposed for water. Her roadside display is where she sold homemade food and fruit. She had taken a break to talk with someone at the health clinic behind me. Above her counter, wires dangled. A dog, a moto-taxi, and a lady moved past a long whitewashed wall holding back rising earth of graves in an Iquitos cemetery. While waiting outside of the health center where a friend of mine was being tested for malaria, I became curious about something previously so ubiquitous, checking whether there was a dial tone. Fortunately, Manuel Silva tested negative, and the phone was silent. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #BedlamInTheBlood #Iquitos #peru #telephonebooth #payphone #table #fruits #Dog #womanwalking #cemetery #night #lights #fromthearchives
We are defined by what we do, and I’m bored. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Increasingly uninterested by what I’ve been creating, and by what others are too. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sure, photographs of kind people sitting or standing, staring, can be lovely, a touch of their inner being revealed. When they repeat, endlessly, are we enlightening to the cosmos of our possibilities by taking humanity further or placating what we already know? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This same flavorless soup I frequently see in landscapes. Here again in my own, but others too… how is a mountain range, maybe some flowers in the foreground, presenting little more than a dribble to the mystical aura of nature? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Why do we like, knowing the dishonesty we give to ourselves, to the photographer, revoking expansion within by accepting our simplicity? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The world around us, and within us, is unfathomable. And there resides the beauty of possibilities on this new journey around our sun... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I share these thoughts to inflict torture and prophesy to myself... how can I give, more? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We are defined by our actions, by what we do. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (Aline Brufato, the owner of Semente Bar and one of Brazil’s most influential and talented chefs, gently preparing meals in her restaurant039;s kitchen in São Paulo. May I kindly ask you not ❤️, or send 🙏🏼 hands and swirly 💫 for this photograph, unless you honestly feel something. I will not be saddened. In truthfulness, I will be grateful...) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #iambored #saopaulo #brazil #colors #colorfulhangingthings from #machisma for @natgeo #fromthearchives
Come tomorrow, I don039;t believe we will awaken into a new sense of anything. Friday will pass, and what we said, returns to what was. It happens every circle of our sun. All the words that had been spoken in want of our doing, they don039;t mean that much. We039;ll continue to publish stories of joy, others039; desperation. The forgotten, and sharing pictures of somebody we are hoping we might be. Come the 1st, and I039;ll continue questioning all I do, whether this photograph of a 12-year-old boy tending camels for a wealthy owner in the Saudi Arabian desert meant much of anything. This year, Abdullah would be 19. I do not know where he is today, though I remember he told me he had hoped to finish school. All I could say to Abdullah was…"you will." In our repeated wish for happiness to those we know and those we don039;t, for something new, better, most of what we say is wishful thinking come next year. Like we wish poverty and inequality to end. Knowing the increase in you versus me only divides us. When we hope the past wars, the recent, will be our last, they repeat. When do we become the doers of what we know, no longer using spinelessness of words, by daring for what we could be? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ (with excerpts from Jackson Brown’s “Late for the Sky”) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #TheWellsOfMemory @outofedenwalk #saudiarabia #camel #childlabor #fromthearchive
In recent days, I’m feeling a bit this way, tonight sharing chaos on a humanity scale…Saudi Immigration officers attempt in organizing a line to stamp passports before Sudanese women and men board a boat for Port Sudan, one of near uncountable ships departing each day from Jeddah Islamic Port at the end of Haj visit to Mecca. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #TheWellsOfMemory @outofedenwalk #saudiarabia #immigration #jeddahislamicport #sudanese #endofhaj #Chaos #fromthearchives
I was returning through Wadi Hafeer with Salmeh. We had been walking awhile through this windswept wadi (valley) with his animals, chatting. Salmeh in broken English, me in ruinous Arabic, mostly listening to the silence and the "maah039;s" of his goats. Everywhere in this ravine were petroglyphs. I consider such carvings part of the earliest form of journalism, the New York Times and Corriere della Sera039; of the day, publishing on stones over 8000 years ago. Through this wadi, our ancestors began to walk some 60,000 years ago. In many ways, we are hardly different from when we started our human migration from lands further south in what today we call the Horn of Africa. Our primary distinction is the borders we039;ve created since, dividing us. When we neared his encampment, a family of bedouins who prefer to live in nature, not the cities in southern Jordan, Salmeh039;s wife called out. He stopped briefly to listen, but the herd was too loud by their moving footsteps. In this natural cathedral, the sun spread near shadowless light inside the ravine and worn hills. At that moment, I felt timeless along the highway of our human existence. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed @outofedenwalk #jordan #wadihafeer #wadi #Ravine #valley #goats #fromthearchive
Not that long ago, I was in Kiryat Luza village atop Mount Gerizim near Nablus, when a strangeness happened. Here is a most unique area where nearly 50 percent of all Samaritans live, in or around this sacred mountain. There are only about 820 Samaritans on earth, all claiming to be decedents of the two sons of Joseph (Genesis) and the Levites, living either on Mount Gerizim in the West Bank or in Holon, Israel. Well, enough of the ancient history that dates back to the 14 century BC… Moments before prayers at the start of a circumcision ceremony for a young boy named Yker Sadaka, two Samaritan priests started shouting at each other, and so began a profoundly eruptive argument. Over what, I had no clue! Shortly after, everyone calmed, and so it began. Strange things do happen… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed @outofedenwalk #KiryatLuza #MountGerizim #nablus #westbank #samaritans #priests #arguing #shouting #fromthearchive
A few moments past midnight on Christmas Eve, in the grotto of the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, Christians visit the spot believed to be where Christ was born. To all who celebrate, and to all who do not... sending everyone peace, goodness, and love. Happy Holiday’s ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed @outofedenwalk #bethlehem #westbank #ChurchoftheNativity #christmaseve #2013 #fromthearchive
It’s a simple photograph, in fact it’s too simple. As boringly simple in the beauty of a day nearing when many people attempt to put aside differences, in repeated hope of peace on earth, goodwill toward ‘humanity’. We have so far to go towards reaching such hope. Feels I am still waiting behind this woman with holiday-theme nails and her partner on Christmas Eve a few years ago, for hours in line to photograph the midnight vigil within the grotto at the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. We’re all still waiting… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #outtake from the @natgeo story #blessedcursedclaimed @outofedenwalk #bethlehem #westbank #ChurchoftheNativity #nails #twodaysbeforechristmas
Following yesterday039;s internal anthropocene of mysterious beauty in Troy039;s Garage, to the strange external…an art installation of cars that never made it to a garage. With such care given to balance each relic precisely in place not to topple, within an ancient olive grove in El Ma039;ani near Nablus in the West Bank. Who could have imagined 40 centuries ago when Abraham walked this land, the topography today, a towering Jenga of metal as storm clouds approach, and this strange fallacy called time... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo #ElMani #nablus #westbank #cars #Art #installation #installationart #storm #fromthearchive
Today in a greenness that fills each room from thick vines that grow outside along the walls and windows were a return visit to a magical land...Troy’s Garage in West Stockbridge. I shared these in today’s IG Story, here too, so you can meander about each placement of beautiful chaos... unopened letters on the only flat area of a desk mountainous in other sealed papers, old calendars, tilted family photos, a toppled trophy. Another room with flying seagull and dinosaur, a picture of Jesus, another of Mary, boxes and, why not, a ladies hat. A pile of larger things of unknown purpose, topped likely on purpose with a rubber ducky float ring, inflated as if ready to swim trying to get into the ladies039; room. Around the corner leading to the garage where my car was having an oil change given by the owner039;s son, another John, where more inflated swim props rested near a rolled flag, more piles of no idea, and why not, a unicycle too. When leaving this afternoon at 2:40 pm, @elfriede.the.great.dane didn’t want to go, staring as curious as I always am when in this Imaginarium of organized bewilderment. Coming here for years to service a Prius, I‘ve been told John’s father, Troy, knows where everything is. As most of our minds, I’m sure he does... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #weststockbridge #troys #imaginarium #beauty #Chaos #dinosaur #seagull #jesus #rubberducky #clock #ilovethisplace
These continuing Covid days where travel is limited and unwise, returning to photographs from the achieve... a moment when Gaziza Zhubanova noticed the beautiful light pouring into her kitchen at her families home in Zhynghyldy, Kazakhstan. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Thank you once again, to everyone during this year’s Holiday Love print sale, and your support to @doctorswithoutborders (MSF) and @vim_berkshires (Volunteers In Medicine) ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @natgeo @outofedenwalk #kazakhstan #zhynghyldy #portrait #fromthearchives
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This year’s Holiday Love Print Sale has ended… 23 different photographs, shipped to 11 countries, 16 US states. Because of your love for photography, history, and your kindness, you raise $1070 for @doctorswithoutborders (MSF) in support of their unrelenting work in helping others across our planet. And $250 for @vim_berkshires (Volunteers In Medicine), where doctors treat, for free, anyone who cannot afford health insurance here in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. @elfriede.the.great.dane and I send you unending love, thank you’s, and happiest of holidays…❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #thankyou
All good things come to a temporary end, and opens the universe for something even more special. Tonight, at 11:59pm EST, this year039;s Holiday Love Print Sale closes. It must, or else shipments will not reach you before the 24th. Herewith three photographs, each published in @natgeo, connected to something personal for me too, spiritually beautiful to all of us...water. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Visit the link in my Instagram bio to receive $50 off each non-edition 10x6 or 14x9 in (27x15 or 36x 23 cm) prints using the "holidaylovesale2020" discount code. This evening your order will be printed and shipped tomorrow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Thank you so much for all your love during this year039;s print sale, for your support to @doctorswithoutborders, as well as @vim_berkshires (Volunteers In Medicine). Your purchase of any Edition-Print always gives 10% to VIM, a beautiful clinic where I live in the Berkshires that provides free medical care to many who cannot afford healthcare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ More on the Something Even More Special, after the holidays! ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Saut d039;Eau - Haiti…Praying under a waterfall, pilgrims embrace the renewal granted by Saut d039;Eau falls at the festival of the Virgin of Miracles in Ville Bonheur, Haiti. Voudou and Christianity meld as believers pray to the Virgin and welcome loa, spirits said to inhabit the waterfall. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ganga - India…Ganga Dussehra ceremony in Haridwar, where more than 1 million people gathered on auspicious evening, lighting flames placed on lotus leafs, sending blessings down the most holiest river in India. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ratu Kidul - Indonesia…Under the full moon, thousands of Javanese look for sacred flower offerings believed to be given by the Queen of the South Seas (Ratu Kidul) floating in the waves on Parangtritis Beach in Central Java. If found, it is believe the flowers have mystical spiritual powers, bringing luck, good health and prosperity. \ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #Haiti #india #Indonesia
Holiday Love Sale ends tomorrow...Unfortunately, it is true. In kind reminder to visit the link in my Instagram bio to receive $50 off each non-edition 10x6 or 14x9 in (27x15 or 36x 23 cm) prints by using the “holidaylovesale2020” discount code. And all non-edition orders of Signal, your loving support will be given to the loving support @doctorswithoutborders gives, to so many people around our world. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sharing on this beautiful snowing day in the Berkshires, five prints so close to my spirit and being, from the most mystical land I’ve lived, and worked, Indonesia…❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Smoke - A light from a car traversing the Tengger Caldera in East Java, Indonesia, as the mystically spiritual, Mount Bromo, spews an endless trail of sulfuric smoke during the Jumat Kliwon ceremonies, under a full moon. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Inferno - Sulfur miners at the base of the caldera within Mount Ijen in East Java, Indonesia. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sacred Water - Paying among flower offerings swirl in the sacred waters at Tirta Empul Temple in Tampaksiring, Gianyar, Bali. The water that flows from a river into Tirta Empul is considered the most sacred water on the Hindu island of Bali. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Lusi - In 2007, mud inundates Sidoarjo, in East Java, after a mining company bore into a hot, viscus underground stream of mud, causing thousands of homes to be lost. An ancient Javanese legend prophesied more than 400 years ago, mentioned that due to corruption, the ill will of men, and endless hot flow of mud will inundate the earth, never ceasing. To this day, the mud volcano known as Lusi, continues to pour hot thick mud, more than 13 years later… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sparrows - A man wearing a Javanese songkok, walks through a field in Central Java, Indonesia. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #Indonesia
Donation to @doctorswithoutborders (*please read further) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Last week when I opened up Instagram, seeing on the @natgeo account that Signal was named one of the 21 Most Compelling Images of the 21st Century; honestly…I was overwhelmed. That moment in 2013 along the Red Sea in Djibouti, sitting on a pile of rubbish in the sand healing a sprained ankle, is an image of all of us. Standing alone on this small planet, even smaller in our humanness, lost and entangled in the enormity before every one of us, searching for a signal to call someone we love, in search of hope. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ May I share with all of you something incredible…two weeks ago, a gentleman by the name of Razouk contacted me. Turns out, he is the person on the far left, trying to catch a signal with his phone in neighboring Somalia. Even more beautiful, he DID make it for a better life in Sweden! Once Covid eases, and we can travel internationally again, I will visit Razouk, learning more about his journey for hope. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *In these last two days before the Holiday Love Sale has to end, and with a beautiful gigantic blizzard arriving in New England this evening possibly slowing packages in mail, a gentle reminder…your proceeds in the purchase of Signal will go to @doctorswithoutborders for their loving support of millions around the world in the act of migration. Sending hope, love, and goodness to everyone, John. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Visit the link in my Instagram bio, and on checkout, enter “holidaylovesale2020” to receive $50 off all non-edition signed prints, including Signal. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #signal #djibouti
In darkest of moments, I believe in hope. Hope, that one day Afghanistan will have peace… Hope, this bridge between Turkey and Armenia will be rebuilt… Hope, the man who lost a shoe walking for days through a desert in Djibouti, found sanctuary in a land where human rights are respected. Hope is the simple beginning act, inspiring us never in succumbing to weakness. No matter how painful turning suffering into forgiveness is, oppression into freedom, hatred into love. We must. Or else bear witness to repeated Landscapes of Human Weakness… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As weekend orders ship today, a kind reminder the Holiday Love Print Sale ends in 4 days. Visit the link in my Instagram bio and on checkout, enter “holidaylovesale2020” to receive $50 off all non-edition signed prints. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Afghanistan - Scars of War…Kabul in 2001, after decades of war. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Armenia/Turkey - Bridging Peace…Remains of a bridge from the 15th century that once connected Turkey and Armenia, in the ancient medieval Armenian city of Ani, Turkey. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Djibouti - Left Behind…A shoe left by man on the arduous journey through the Ardoukoba lava fields in Djibouti, walking for days to reach the Red Sea for a boat, and a life of hope. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #afghanistan #turkey #armenia #djibouti
It is true, today there are only 5 days remaining of the Holiday Love Sale. So this weekend, we all could use a little love…Trees. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Always in awe of nature, how alive everything around us is, as a little boy I would lay under a Poinciana tree in our backyard where I lived in the Bahamas, imagining how moving that red-flowered tree was. Not moving as emotionally and at times, spiritually…I was maybe too young to understand that deeper layer. It was tree’s actual movement. Our weakness, we tend to function in clock and calendar time, limited in our perception. It wasn’t until much later I learned how to see trees move in their time with nature. In May, 2007, I was driving in a car through central Java in Indonesia and noticed in my periphery, that near mystical space we all have, the trees all around me were in motion. Opening the universe into just how alive, moving, these alleged motionless bodies and arms of nature actually are. So began a seven-year journey photographing trees around the world in their beauty of motion. From my periphery in buses, cars, backs of motorcycles, or simply walking. This first of many trees in dance from 2007 is titled, “Trees - Indonesia”, and is on the Prints page of my website. Here are a few others from China, Bangladesh and Japan. Happy Sunday, with trees that give life, and love… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Holiday Love Sale ends soon, sharing Trees, with each signed non-edition print you receive $50 off when using “holidaylovesale2020”. Visit the link in my Instagram bio for these and over 80 other prints to choose from. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ China - Trees…A heart appeared through their leaves during a late afternoon in Central China. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Bangladesh - Trees…At sunset moving and dancing in northern Bangladesh. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Japan - Three…I remember being in crushed awe within grand trees of a Taoist forest on a foggy morning near Tokyo, Japan. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #china #Bangladesh #japan
Holiday Love Sale ends in 6 days, sharing more moments from various NatGeo stories available as signed prints… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Indonesia… Reok - A man prepares his makeup before performing in the Jatilan, part of the Reok Ponorogo ritual to appease the spirits believed to reside in Mount Merapi, the most sacred and mystical volcano in all of Indonesia. The ancient Javanese custom has been performed for centuries. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ethiopia… Sanctuary - Aisha Barka and her daughter Mariam, refugees from Eritrea, finding sanctuary in Ethiopia. In 2008, 3000 Eritreans had to flee their homeland due to food insecurity and conflict, seeing safety in neighboring Ethiopia. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Turkey… Hamami - Masseuses wash and bathe men inside the Çemberlitaş Hamami in Istanbul, Turkey. Built-in 1584, this hamami is one of the most important works of 16th-century Ottoman architecture. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ These three, and over 80 others photographs, including Signal, are $50 off for all signed non-edition prints until 18 December, the cutoff date to receive before the holiday’s. Visit the link in my Instagram bio to order, and use the discount code, “holidaylovesale2020”. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A pleasant reminder…your purchases of Signal, chosen as one of @natgeo’s 21 Most Compelling Images of the 21st Century, proceeds will go to @doctorswithoutborders for their loving support of millions around the world in the act of migration. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As always, wishing everyones love, peace, unending kindness…from me and @elfriede.the.great.dane ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #indinesia #ethiopia #turkey
Concealed pieces, seeing patterns of my hidden self… ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ten days remain in this year’s Holiday Love Print sale. Each signed photograph is printed on @moabpaper Juniper Baryta Rag 305gm. More added beauty, there are over 80 photographs to choose from. Visit the link in my Instagram bio and use the sale code “holidaylovesale2020” to receive $50 off each non-edition signed print. Goodness, love, and art, to all this holiday season…we all need bit of love in closing out this most-strangest year of two-twenties ❤️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Geyser - India...Rajib Kutum using a pump to remove water from his fishpond on Majuli Island in India. In a few weeks, monsoon season will arrive, covering over half the island in water from the Brahmaputra river. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Tortillas - Mexico…Eating tlayudas tortillas during a ceremony in Amoltepec village, Oaxaca State, Mexico. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Metro - Hong Kong…Hundreds of passengers board and exit the MTR in Hong Kong, SAR. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #holidaylovesale2020 #signedprints #india #water #mexico #Tortillas #hongkong #metro #jordan #hidden #concealed