A spectacular sight and an honor to be present during the commissioning of the USS Manchester in Portsmouth, NH. As a freelance technical writer, I’ve worked 15 years supporting the DoD behind the scenes, far, far removed from the warfighter. So I appreciate opportunities like this, today, that give tangible meaning to the thousands of hours I’ve spent purely on a laptop, on work that ultimately supports the men and women who serve our country. #salute
📷NH State Pier, Market St
Wall of 9/11 headlines from around the world at the Newseum in Washington DC. Where were you on 9/11? I myself was on a business trip, in a hotel in Fairfax, Virginia. I never made it into the office that day but eventually had a late to mid afternoon lunch with a few office colleagues. Needless to say, we had few words to properly process and express our thoughts about what had happened. Their company was comforting, however, after several hours alone in the hotel, in total disbelief. Reliving part of that at the Newseum brought forth emotions just as real and intense as the day it happened.
A contemplative sunset at the Corniche...Sunsets are glorious no matter from what town, city, state, country or setting they are seen and photographed. I like when there is something that attempts to distinguish the sunset photo location; in this case, a local gent sitting atop a concrete berm along an eastern section of the Corniche, the [unfortunate] smoggy haze of Alex, that outlines the sun so beautifully, and lastly, the local skyline. At the same time, I love a sunset for its integrity--because it occurs every evening, in every location around the world; for its magic--because we never know what colors and artful designs will appear as it unfolds before our eyes; and for its universality--the way people, no matter the gender, age, culture, language, or nationality, flock to gaze at, meditate, and rejoice in the simple but glorious beauty of a sunset. A nice reminder that we are all, at basic, human beings that love and desire the same things in life. #humanity#nofilter#travel#worldtravel#seetheworld#globetrotter#thecorniche#alexandria#egypt#iphoneography#photography#lensculture#snap#sunset#sunsetwalk#walk#getoutside#neverstopexploring#ocean#sunsetsaroudtheworld
Istanbul's Blue Mosque and Aya Sofya at night. Such spiritual magnificence makes it hard to grasp how this world can be so painfully beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. And fear of other? It's just not and never will be my reality.
City council elections take place every two years in Portsmouth. Since being coordinator for my historically active neighborhood, we have held five candidate nights. This event has been a great way to establish relationships with incoming councilors and to build community. And of course it is a great way to get a sense of each candidate's personality, experience, and passions about the city. I truly enjoy holding this event each election year. It is a testament to the incredible community we live in.
This year we held the event at a local brewery in the neighborhood, Liars Bench. What a great venue it was, -- cozy and intimate, casual and just cool. We are grateful to have such a place that is committed to and supportive of the community.
Stop. Look up. Breathe.
In our jam-packed lives, who doesn't at times get caught up in the minutiae of every day life and lose healthy perspective? That happened to me today. From the moment I got up, I was sucked into a tornado of life annoyances and was stressed out for a good part of the day. Luckily, I had to go to my friend's house mid afternoon to photograph her dying tree. To capture its essence, I had to lie down on the grass, look up, frame,
and snap. While I didn't pause much at the time to fully appreciate the moment, I look back at this capture for some of the same effect...Like breathing in the glorious view from the summit of a mountain I just climbed, looking up into the infinite, often artful, and always beautiful sky, also reminds me of the larger world; that I am a part, a small part of something not only much bigger than myself, but of a dynamic and oh so impermanent thing called life. Then at once, I am grounded, recharged, and centered again. The weight of the daily grind, all that minutiae having dissipated like the warm fog of our breath on a cold wintery day.
I haven't been to the farmers market since August because my good friend Julie had been generously sharing her garden bounty with me for the last 2 months. But my return this morning brings to the fore all the reasons I love living here, not that I need a reminder 🙂 But consider this: a documentary film I saw the other day, cited a study which concluded that people interact with others much more when at the farmers market than they do when in a supermarket. So very true. Going to the farmers market is not just about buying your local veges and protein. It is an event, a community event. A time to remember we are part of something larger than ourselves. A time to connect with people, friends, neighbors, local farmers. And then, to come home with this beautiful bounty. Such a great thing to wake up to on a Saturday, and for me, esp. in the fall, my favorite time of year.