A little morning Chai, spilled on my bed. (Chai is his name)

Sometimes you just have to try, anyway… Almost never comfortable when my camera is trained on him, I am astounded that he Did Not Move for Three bracketed frames I shot for this HDR rendition. Thank you, Chai!
So it's not Saturday, yet, but consider this a submission for the #Caturday theme.

A little morning Chai, spilled on my bed. (Chai is his name) Sometimes you just have to try, anyway… Almost never comfortable when my camera is trained on him, I am astounded that he Did Not Move for Three bracketed frames I shot for this HDR rendition. Thank you, Chai! So it’s not Saturday, yet, but consider this a submission for the #caturday theme.

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We photographers are explorers

always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright.
In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization.
Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse.
The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again!
Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum.
Forgive me.
Submitted for the theme, Floral Friday, curated by +Tamara Pruessner , +Kerry Murphy , +Kelli Seeger Kim  +FloralFriday  

We photographers are explorers.. always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright. In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization. Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse. The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again! Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum. Forgive me.

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Installing the Buddha

My friend, and photo buddy, Jamie, asked if I would join her for a “meditative photography” weekend, preferably near or at the beach. After choosing Carolina Beach, thanks to the generosity of long time friends of mine, we wandered up and down the Carolina/Kure beaches for much of the weekend. On a whim, Saturday afternoon, I suggested the Theravada (meaning “Forest Monks”) Buddhist temple in Bolivia, Wat Carolina Buddhajakra Vanaram, and Jamie was enthusiastic about seeing it. I looked at my watch and thought “oh No! It’s 4:15! they’ll surely not entertain visitors this late in the day.” But we decided we would take the chance, even though it would mean beginning the drive Immediately, if the place closed to visitors around 5 (which is not the case, apparently).

When we were greeted and offered a tour, we were told, “You have come at a very special time”  These pictures show what he meant.

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The statue was given by a friend of the temple, in Florida, and was brought up, stored, while the space was being prepared; we were just two of the people who had shown up “out of the blue” on that very day.
At day’s end, I can tell you that we both felt as if we had inexplicably been there for a very special moment in time… if there really is something called a blessing, it was in the green air we all breathed together with the monks in the woods of Wat Carolina.
By now, the statue must be fully assembled and installed.