Monday, October 31, 2011

Empathy Reaction Action


Return, Nepal, Sarai Smith


Rescue, Nepal, Sarai Smith


Reaching Out, Seoul, Timothy Sun


Reaching Out, Seoul, Timothy Sun


Bright Eyes, Philippines, Melody Joy Welton


Untitled, Philippines, Melody Joy Welton


Voice, Jensen Yap

Treasure Among Trash

The Choice, Tanya Martineau
Unveiling the Shadow, Tanya Martineau
Cambodia Orphanage 2008. Peter Kang



Cambodia Orphanage, 2008

Cambodia Orphanage 2008. Peter Kang


Philippines Storm Ondoy Relief, 2009

Philippines Storm Ondoy Relief, 2009



Philippines Storm Ondoy Relief, 2009

tips on praying

Monday - favor with God
(spiritual revelation, anointing, holiness)
Tuesday - favor with others
(congregation, ministry staff, unsaved)
Wednesday - increased vision
(wisdom and enlightenment)
Thursday - Spirit, Soul, Body
(health, appearance, attitudes, spiritual and physical wholeness...)
Friday - Protection
(from temptation, deception, enemies, physical...)
Saturday - finances
(priorities, blessings)
Sunday - family
(general, spouse, children)

Sunday, October 30, 2011

i cant believe there might be something there

A blog entry from one of my favs jonas peterson

THE MASON JAR MANIFESTO
It’s 4.47am when I sit down to write this. I woke up 30 minutes ago and couldn’t go back to sleep. I’ve been thinking about this for so long, but a couple of things lately have reinforced what I already knew.

The wedding train has derailed.

Put down those mason jars, store away that vintage typewriter and fairy lights and sit down because you need to listen. This is an intervention. The whole wedding industry has gone detail bananas and we need to clear a few things up.

- You! Over there! Step away from the hay bales and the Vintage Navajo rugs and come over here. Sit! Down! No, you don’t have to put lavender on the plates, you need to wake up!

We’re getting lost in details. The whole wedding industry is drifting away from what weddings are about and we’re all part of the problem – bloggers, photographers, planners and vendors – all hypocrites feeding the detail beast.

Strip it back.

Peel the layers off.

And start again.

At the center of every wedding we have a girl. Who fell in love with a boy. Or a girl who fell in love with a girl. Or a boy who fell in l… you get my point.

The rest is fluff.

If you read magazines and wedding blogs today, you’d think it’s all about the dress, the decorations, invitations or a million other things.

THINGS.

It’s not.

It’s about celebrating love, a manifestation of commitment, a gathering of friends and family.

Because you’re in love.

But if you visit many of the blogs today, you’d think it’s about other things. Heck, there are even themed shoots with no people. As if candles and old LP players on a blanket in a clearing in a forest make a wedding. Just add people. And maybe a groom. Or actually don’t, the wedding is about the details, remember? Details, details, details.

Strip it back.

Peel the layers off.

And start again.

Weddings are about people, it’s about commitment and celebrating love. It’s about you. Build on that and everything else will follow.

I am a detail person, so it’s not that I don’t like details. I love details. Details, details, details. Love them. I honestly do. I’ve worked with some of the best planners in the business and they’ve styled weddings to perfection, made details stand out and it’s always been great, because they’ve built on the couples, starting with who they are. And I actually like shooting details. A lot.

When I was younger I used to record mix tapes and give to girls I liked.

Every detail was thought out, every letter, every scribble, every word on that tape had meaning. I love me some details. I grew up in a house with vintage bottles and mason jars everywhere. That and rocks collected from oceans and fields. So I get the jar and bottle thing, I truly do. Throw in some rocks and I’m there. But remember what the wedding is about, why you’re doing this, that’s all you really need. Don’t stress out about building a fairytale wedding, perfectly crafted, every detail borrowed from somewhere else.

Look away from the blogs and magazines.

And look within.

Why are you doing this? What does it mean to you? Do you really need all that…stuff? And if you want stuff, are you adding stuff that actually means something to you? What do you want to remember from your day? The cake, the flowers, the dress from Hoya de la Poopy?

Or do you want to focus on that moment between you two? The boy? Who fell in love with a girl?

Strip it back.

Peel the layers off.

And start again.

Last night Rachel sent me this email after I posted their wedding. I’ll leave you with that.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

i've been hit with appreciation for creation lately. Maybe with the shift of weather, the blue in the sky looks bluer which compliments the rust red of the autumn leaves. I used to try and describe this rich blue, to dark rich blue, to purple, to dark dark dark blue thats near black as van gogh blue. The beauty of the skies lately has stopped me mid step. I really love being able to see the setting sky through the silhouettes of leaves and branches. It looks like my eyes have been turned into a camera and the edges of my frame were vignetted to create a darkened shade. I've been trying to describe how beautiful these moments in awe have been. Thats my band name, but yet I haven't found the perfect description so I am without band name still. It is like Glorious! Awe striking, breath taking, bitter sweet appreciation to nature. meh

Sunday, October 16, 2011

memory lane

As I was making my simple breakfast of rice and eggs this morning, I started thinking about the dumb things i've said and done in the process of liking girls in the past. It was strange but one of my more significant moments of regret was when I made some food with this girl I had a crush on and after we had finished our meal, I didn't want to waste the leftover rice (or I was still hungry) so I made the meal I just made for myself now. She said it looked gross (it sort of does but I like how it tastes) and didn't want to eat it. I wasn't fazed so I took it upstairs to where my room mate max was in his room and I handed it to him and he happily ate from it. I now wish I would have ate the good food with Max instead of with that girl that hardly has any significance in my life today.

I dont know the point of this. Just a random memory.

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