A bit of honesty from Benjamin Hull
From this chair.
From this chair I feel the summer breeze billow,
I hear the waterfalls rush,
I taste iced tea (extra lemon),
and I see this:
"Home is where one starts from."
If Mr. Eliot is to be trusted, this is a good place to start.
Best Appreciated in High-resolution
Love the little details in the scene.
The real reason I took this photo? I like the classic bimmer.
It's all about depth.
A Hidden Field
Where is this? See it on Google Maps,
Through the Lense of 3rd Avenue
A kiss, hidden in plain sight.
Faithful readers, this is what I've been spending my time on
The project is a 23-minute doc
umentary, a videographic expos
without clean drinking water.
We don't have
to travel deep into jungles to find it.
About 1,000,000,000 people don't have water to drink
I'm directing this thing, but it will be impossible to accomplish without the
other simple people who are driven by the love of Christ.
See more at the website:
If one ventures beneath downtown Rochester, NY, one may find themselves here.
Here, I should say, is the abandoned subway system
One will spy impressive graffiti.
The abode of a homeless individual.
And if you're lucky, a colored pencil draft of said graffiti
(complete with the artist's note-to-self to call Progressive Insurance).
Needless to say, A few adventurers got their fill this spring afternoon.
Have you ever played a game of Capture the Flag over an entire town?
Well, I have. In Sierra Baja, Espa
Three years ago, I joined a group of folks on a trip to Spain. During the
last week of our
in this little village, and w
hen I say this place was small, I overstate. It covered maybe
We thought it'd be fun to play Capture the Flag to bond with the kids so we asked
teenagers where they usually played... the answer, "Everywhere!"
These acres became our
field. Every alley, every twisty sidewalk was game. Oh, I forgot a detail! Only a handful of
there. Most of the inhabitants were amiable elderly farmers or wrinkly grandmothers.
Needless to say, I remember that day fondly.
I happened upon her four years ago on a certain mountain trail in Nepal.
I never said a word to her and never will. Nevertheless, she has significantly shaped
my life. Her unwavering gaze pierces my comfort-coated mindset. The God I serve
loves that little girl, so much that He traded His life for hers. But she will never
know because no one has told her. I fatefully forget in my comfort that my God
loves beyond imagination.
He died for a poor little girl in Nepal.
Who will tell her?
Everybody's Goin' Somewhere
Under-bridge mirrors at 41st St. & 9th Ave.
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stealing a nap
stealing a crumb
Pee Wee (87)
"You can call me Pee Wee. No one loves the Yankees as much as I do.
But I still loved my wife more; we were married for 61 years. You
wanna hear a riddle? --What is the longest sentence in the world? Ha!
I already answered that: marriage."
"My name is Hassan; I am from Pakistan. For 10 years I have sold
my goods in this city. Allah blesses me with enough to provide
for my family in Pakistan; I survive on the rest. During profitable
years, I can save enough to visit them and my homecountry."
Where to, Miss?
por la noche
M Train to Marcy
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