Do it

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand

Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord

Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside

Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

Be A Light

Ghostlight Project at BVT






I want to remember that this night happened.

(after the fact, I always wish I’d shot more video of moments like these – but in the moment I worried about annoying others sitting nearby, plus I didn’t want to just experience the whole thing through the camera viewfinder. That annoying clicking sound is something internal that my point-n-shoot camera introduces as I try to adjust functions ...doesn’t even make that sound when I’m using it, but somehow it’s there in the video afterwards. :(

it's raining!!!

As I walked over to get a better look, the rainbow was positioned to exactly connect my dad's new house to where the old one was. Maddeningly, my camera's view wasn't wide enough to see it all. And the rainbow passed so quickly before there was time think of better ways to capture it.

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Green goddesses

faces that melt your heart

My sister gave me these over-sized Lego blocks to bring to our adopted Somali refugee family. The kids took to them immediately and built tottering Dr. Seuss-like vehicles using the wheels included in the set. These photos don't do justice to their beautiful faces.

Above: Makruma (in yellow) - her brother Guled (who jumped in behind her when he saw the camera) - and Asma in the background

Above: Grandma Hawo and baby Sundus
Below: Asma & Makruma (looking like a little yellow flower)




Makruma got intrigued with my camera and asked to take this last photo (above) - which started a giggle fit when she saw her family on the camera's display

Give Me Peace On Earth

sunset in Vine Valley

Tim & his mom (after a belated celebration of her birthday)









Tim has childhood memories of coming here with his family; then later on during our early dating years he & I took picnics here.