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And he is talking about me in Icelandic horse talk.

Tapping the hidden power that will change you forever. No comfort is to be accepted if not based on Goodness, Beauty, and Truthfulness.


Perhaps it is a fine line, but as a very sparsely populated, expansive-- and moving into winter-- dark place, Iceland can offer you plenty of time, space for reflective alone time... or toss you into an abyss of isolation.


My measure seems to fluctuate with the ins and outs of my internet connection.


This month in Iceland was an opportunity I could not refuse and am glad I have not done so. It is quite different living in a different culture versus visiting as a tourist or a parachuting presenter. My free time for getting out an exploring fit in around the fact (or my own compulsion) that I have to work as well.


Fortunately, the nature of our work at the NMC is that we can work where-ever we are if there is internet. And all the stars were aligned when I was doing my bits from here for the Rock the Academy conference we ran in Second Life.


It has taken time shifts; some of driven by local conditions; there is not even any hint of daylight until after 9:00am, so unless I am wakened by the dog (which she has gotten into a 7:00am, sometimes 6am, and once, damnit 4:30am habit), I sleep late, have a leisurely breakfast, do my web hounding for weird stuff and blogging, post flickr photos. I start my NMC work maybe by 2:00PM and it is not really until 5PM that the “work day” has started for everyone in our office. So I ened up eating at 9PM, and working until midnight, sometimes 1, 2am.


The snow that came yesterday morning (into afternoon) was a lovely sight, but the howling winds, and unsureness of local road conditions, made me dawdle about heading out for some sightseeing (it was Saturday, after all). Even equipped with my magical Goretex clothing (best investment ever), trying to photograph waterfalls in near gale force winds did not sound like fun.


Then there was a knock at the door.


Which has happened about 2 times since I have been here.


There was a white haired gent holding out an item wrapped in plastic. He gestured to it, pushing it gently my way. It looked like a combo brush / ice scraper, but it was all written in Icelandic. I said, “Sorry I don’t understand”.


He said a sentence full of consonants, and gestured again at the label.


“I am sorry, I don’t speak the language.” I shrugged.


Ge got the message and left. Maybe I met the Icelandic Fuller Brush Salesman. But given he arrived in a car similar to mine, I knew it was okay to head out.


Social contact!


The other form of that is turning on the GPS so at least someone speaks to me, even if she is a Brit and telling me “Turn right in 300 meters”. She is not much of a conversationalist.


This was not much of an adventure, since at 3:00PM there was not a whole lot of daylight left, so I went to Selfoss to stock up on food (was out of bread, milk, and butter, so I got that and about 25 other things!).


It is still pretty solitary. People pretty much ignore/leave me alone. I am guess it is obvious I am an “outlander”. At least someone spoke my way on check out when I did not realize I had to tell her how many plastic sacks I would use (they charge you for them).


One more stop at the VinBud, the state run liquor stores for some more beer adventures.


But I am not hear to be clubbing or carousing. I did, in many ways, come for the sheer aspect of being able to say, “I lived a month in Iceland”– how many times might that come your way.


And I came to reflect.


On what?


That is the thing about reflection, at least for me. There are no big light bulbs, no shouting “Eureka!”, no obvious “ahas!”. The ideas come slowly, more like settling over your soul like a layer of ash, or subtly like a warming glow form within. And often, they are not even things I can type out on Remember the Milk.


It seems more to just build and flow from within, and then emerges at other times, maybe months after I leave here. So even if I don’t come to any Profound Revelations or Big Ideas, the time, space, of being here I consider as part of the chaotic mixture that is me.


So to keep some external stimulation, I listen to music on my laptop. To get voices, I use iTunes to tune into radio, mostly WAMU public radio from American University, where I get a great mix of NPR and BBC stories, plus in the mornings (which is wee hours there), some funky music.


When I can time it, I try to tune into KJZZ in Phoenix for the Sunday Lowdown Blues with Bob Corritore (the best blues show in the universe).


A challenge is that my internet connect here, while extremely fast (> 2 MBs download and even more upload speed), has some external issue where it drops the connection for about 2 minutes several times an hour. So sometimes I lose a chunk of a story.


And it was appropriate this morning when I tuned into This American Life for a series of stories on Home Alone:


A 79-year-old woman, Mary Ann, dies in Los Angeles. She’s lived alone for decades. No one knows her—or her next of kin. There’s a body to be buried, a house full of stuff to get rid of. It so happens there’s a county bureaucracy for just this type of problem. In this show, we follow around the person charged with figuring out what to do with the remains of Mary Ann’s life. This and other stories about what happens when people are left alone.


Besides the mystery of Mary Ann (and the description of the mass grave for people who die lacking kin is extremely moving), we hear from Yvonne who likes being doing Thanksgiving alone, how a teen in the projects survived alone for 5 months while his Mom was in the hospital (he feared being removed by Child Protective Services), and a woman’s experience as a child of how her mom cleverly dealt with being held hostage by a gunman seeking her drug dealing father.


I am far from being the only who who relishes TAL, and their web site has a vast archive going back to 1995. But again and again, while listening to their stories, I am so amazed at how well they are crafted and presented in one (old form) medium, an are so engaging. There is no video, no interactivity, no images, yes they are linear, just a story. A well written, crafted, artistic story. You can never go wrong with good writing.


So here I sit, in Iceland, looking at an expanse of brown grass hills draped with snow, stretching into the oblivion of grey fog - a rather narrow muted histogram of tones. and okay being alone… for a while longer. I would not make this a habit or habitat.


And I thinking back to the opposite sensation from a few weeks ago, being literally pressed by too many people in the human density of Japan. There, I was consoled that when I got home, to my quiet place in the mountains of Arizona, I’d have space and quiet.


There is no saying one is better than another, and where-ever we plant ourselves, people adapt (like 2 months form now here where daylight will be a dim memory). I am so fortunate to be able to sample it all, and am letting all these experiences swirl among my psyche.


And once I finish clicking the “publish” button, me and the dog are going to have a heated deep discussion on the philosophical underpinnings of conversation dynamics ;-)


Yeah right.


I may just head outside and take photos…


See the longer post that started with this pic...

Entrance to Keene State College.


No enter, no learn?

Just having a bit of fun with the (relatively) new Bellatrix Lestrange figure. Took her top off and gave it to Catwoman. So what do you say? An improvement over the original design? Just different?


And the Penguin's thrown in to complete the dark threesome from the best Batman film in terms of mood and look: Batman Returns.

Having landed at the Honolulu airport, I paid the computer technogeek's homage to Ward Cunningham by taking the obligatory photo of the "Wiki Wiki" bus.

Mom's clown collection.

Jason Jeffery saw the Flickr Blog for June 29 and decided to give it a go using 7fps. Awesome shots for a first go!


Well done Jason!

10 short of a piano, and no ivory

A rather animated statue- Philosophers Rock at Barton Springs Park Austin



i was tagged for this by @winsordi, blame her! The idea is to use your own photo to answer the questions below, write your own responses, and then use the "add a person" feature in flickr to tag other people to try it and respond (yeah its a game, and silly, and annoying.).


Here you go, don't blame me, I am passing on the virus.


1) What's the last movie you watched?

Ah, the question needs specificity- in a theater? I hardly go, since in Strawberry I live far from one, and the sequel repetition reflex of Hollywood is tiresome/ I am thinking it was end of 2010 when I went to see "True Grit", and ironically I just saw it again on DVD at a friend's house in Idaho.


I still cannot determine if it is really good, or just that I enjoyed the performances. I found myself laughing out loud at Jeff Bridge's Rooster Cogburn. I recall liking the John Wayne version as a kid, which if I read critics right, was shallow and too well lit. Oh well.


2) What's your favorite noise?

It has to be the sound fo fresh coffee in the morning. I am an addict and I do not want to give up the Habit.


3) Do you like some kind of light on when you go to bed, or just darkness?

I have no preference; I sleep in full dark, and many times, I wake up at 3am and find all the lights on. I'd say I would opt for complete darkness.


4) What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?

I must eat dull, I am not really coming up with much. Oh, yes, when I visited my friend Bert in Japan, he insisted we go to this road side stand that served "Octopus Balls" - not exactly what you think, it was octopus meat *shaped* into balls (and the week before in Hong Kong I had some "fish balls" from someone making them on the side fo a hiking trail)


5) What's something you really want right now but don't need?

Any really expensive photo equipment- a new body or a tripod. No way I can justify it with no income for the rest of the year.


6) What's your hair look like right now?

I got my Old Guy Ponytail tied, and it hangs about 5 inches down.


7) Have you seen Waldo?

Sure, had a beer with him in Dubois, Wyoming. Drunken slop stiffed me with the bill.


I'm down in Phoenix yesterday and today, mainly escaping a heavy snow storm in northern Arizona that threatened my ability to catch a plane Wednesday.


So as a remote worker, I set up office where I can get internet- today it is at the Wildflower Bread Company in Tempe where I have been since 10:00am (it is now 3:00pm) but had a nice lunch here with my friend Shelley.


To be more than mooching a table, wireless and electric, I've been keeping a steady flow of coffee.


It stays fairly busy here, ASU students to the left of me are cramming for an A&P final, couples are engaged in deep conversation, business folks on their phones/laptops, a few yelling kids for the mix....


The other plus for this spot is the proximity (next door) to one of the best ever local book stores, Changing Hands the descendant of the original landmark that was part of the old Mill Avenue scene in Tempe til it went all corporate/chain brand.

About two weeks ago I got to Skype video chat from Iceland with Brian Crosby’s 6th grade students in Reno; and, as luck had it, I had a visit December 10 with his school district. So I made it in the plans to visit the kids at Agnes Risley Elementary School.


Talk about excited motivated students! I’ve not seen such eagerness on a classroom since… I forget, and we are in a rather antiquated school in what I guess is a poorer neighborhood. All f the students were set to go on a variety of Apple laptops (and not MacBookPros, I saw old iBooks, old Powerbooks) to write notes in responses to questions they asked. They were eager to get some of the icelandic coins I brought (most in demand the 1 Kroner coin with a shark on it, value about 0.6 cents).


But what really knocked my socks off was how deft they were at googling for information. As I talked about my experience of seeing the Northern Lights, they were, in minutes finding their own images, some of them making it their desktop pattern. Others were image searching animals I mentioned, my name (”is that you?”).


Kudos for Brian for instilling such curiosity. They had recently been featured in a newspaper story on “Students Get Blogging” (side note- finding that story on the newspaper’s web start wa snot possible without going back to Google):


From their classroom in Sparks, students in Brian Crosby’s sixth-grade class at Agnes Risley Elementary School can communicate virtually with students their age in places such as Florida, Washington, Canada and Thailand.


Each of Crosby’s 26 students writes his or her own blog (short for Web log), which is an online personal journal. Readers can post reactions and comments about the blog writer’s reflections.

I thought it was fitting in this picture as one of Brian’s students shows me the newspaper story online that was the same as the paper one posted on the bulletin board. I am betting these kids will have children who will bust out laughing at the thought of news printed on flimsy paper.


But what I walk away with is– what the heck happens to this level of enthusiasm in kids? Do we school it out of them? How do we tap back into that? It is not just the technology, but we manage to squash the spirit by the time they entire college, they are subdued to doing “what is on the test” while likely, on their own, creating/doing what really matters to them.


Do yourself a favor if you are feeling un-inspired; get to your local school and help your teachers.


And Brian is just an amazing leader for building this kind of excitement for learning.

This is the view from the shoulder of southbound Arizona Highway 87. Technically, I think this is Slate Creek Pass, a climb both north and south on 87 as it wraps around Mt Ord.


I used to call it "Half Pay" because it seemed halfway between Phoenix and Payson-- Half Way to Payson. Can I have my own personal geography?


Those that have been here a while while remember not so fondly the older one lane version of the highway that snaked the other way past Sunflower (the old road is now closed in the middle, no shortcuts), and the fun it was getting stuck behind a lumbering hay truck or bloated Winnebago.


And those older than me will tell you of the non-paved version of the Beeline, when one lane was the whole stretch.


Sp yes, it is gloomy, not Postcard-ific Arizona.


There is a story.


Back home in Strawberry, I had the mixed pleasure of seeing 5 or 6 inches of snow from the first real winter storm. Seeing snow is always fun, but I was worried as tomorrow I am scheduled to fly out of Phoenix in the morning, and with my little car, I was concerned about getting down icy highways in the morning, especially as I figured I needed to leave at 7:30am, and the plow only came out today after 8.


And the forecast suggested there was a window this afternoon when it would be more rain, so I decided to come down a day early to make sure I could get to the airport in the morning. So I lapsed on getting pretty fluffy snow pictures back home.


As it turned out the roads were perfectly clear. The Arizons traffic map indicated icy roads north and south of Pine, but everything was just wet. The highway plows must have been going strong.


So it was just a gray, dense, moody sky drive down to "The Valley" (like there are no others, eh?).


Wednesday and Thursday are supposed to bring some bigger storms, sadly I will miss the big piles of snow.


But winter is just off the starting line, and I expect more!



I was in between. Fiercely independent, had money saved up, and some time before I went west. My roommate called. Someone found a runaway dog. Dominoe.


Named her after the damsel in Sharky's Machine.


Malnourished, skittish, afraid of a raised hand.


We walked into the woods, she always following a few yards away, my buddy.


One day we drove farther and walked in the autumn leaves. Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes, and I turned around.


She was gone.


I was hours running up and down the trail, crying out her name. I was worthless. I could take care of myself, but no one else, worthless.




I would camp out, return the next day. I would do that every day unti I found her. Every day.


I cried back to the car... and there she was, waiting for me.


My awareness became a circle of responsibility of more than just myself.


We drove across the country, we had adventures, to a new exciting land. We were companions.


We parted permanently, but I never forgot what I learned that day in the woods.




Created as one example of 50 Web2.0 Ways to Tell a Story


@dailyshoot: 2010/02/05: More fun on a Friday: Make a photo that goes with the title of a movie you've seen, interpreted any way you like! #ds82


You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.


You take the brown pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe about your health. You may experience lower blood pressure, decreased triglycerides, and possible lower chances of suffering from Rheumatoid arthritis.


You take the yellow pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the vitamin-hole goes. Your skin is healthier, you catch colds less often, and your breath is more attractive to the opposite sex.


Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.


--key scene from The Vitamin Matrix


For six word story.


------------------------- longer version ---------------------

I left Phoenix last night after dinner with friends for the two hour drive to home in Strawberry, AZ. On the north side of Payson were flashing lights, and a copy told me that highway 87 was closed due to a multiple fatality accident, and no idea when it would open. (The shortest detour might be 2.5 hours or more).


I decided to spend my time first picking up groceries at Safeway, that took care of 30 minutes, so I spent the rest of my time at the Mazatzal Casino. The investment plan was no more than $40.


This is a small casino, slots only. The first machine, poker, was hot. I put in $20, drew 4 10s on the first hand, and second hand was a straight before the draw. I hovered around this mark. It trailed off and I cashed out with $20. Not losing is good.


The next two $1 slots just sucked my money dry. Down to zero. I put a twenty in my favorite bank of progressive slots (had to wait til there was a free chair). It was clicking, I was up $16 when my girlfriend called, and I took a break to talk to her.


An hour was gone by, and the online info said the highway was still closed. I returned to me favorite machines, but no one was giving up a seat. I tried another new set of progressives in a different area with my $36. I went up a bitm down a bit to maybe $27, then hot something that set the machine off, and it hit a $50+ win. I was over $80. Someone prudent would have stopped.


I told myself- cash out at $70.


Then $60.


Then I figure, I put in $40, so at least walk out with $50.


Which I did. Above is my net.


2.5 hours later, the road was free, and now I can deposit this in my Swiss bank account.

@dailyshoot: 2010/06/05: Using contrast in your photography can give you very artistic shots. Make a color photo with high contrast today. #ds202


Spotted a string of abandoned businesses on Frontage road near Yucca, AZ.

Flickr Newcastle Sundancers shoot, Hunter region botanical gardens, Heatherbrae, NSW, Australia


Wild animals seen on a path in the botanic gardens.


Looking for a way to get your students interested in history? Well, Yahoo! and the Smithsonian may have just the thing to get students actively involved in history.


From now through November 8th, your students can contribute a digital artifact to the Yahoo! Time Capsule by submitting a photograph, social studies movie, video, audio podcast, classroom blog, or other classroom project.


This is a great way for students to share their work, be involved in living history, and connect with the larger world outside their classroom.


The Yahoo! Time Capsule Project is a joint partnership with the Smithsonian Folkways Recordings in Washington D.C. But hurry! You only have until November 8th to share your contribution.


Here's some more information about the Yahoo! Time Capsule + Smithsonian Folkways Project:


"For 30 days, from October 10 until November 8, Yahoo! users worldwide can contribute photos, writings, videos, audio — even drawings — to this electronic anthropology project.


This is the first time that digital data will be gathered and preserved for historical purposes. And by November 8, a mosaic of revealing snapshots will be sealed and entrusted to Smithsonian Folkways Recordings based in Washington D.C., officially taking its place in history.


Finally, to thank you for your contribution to the Time Capsule, you’ll be asked to help us select how Yahoo! will donate $100,000 to seven global charitable organizations. Learn more about these seven organizations."


No one knows I don't read those cartoons in the New Yorker.


Cadu 2.0!

Last choice! What is under the "CC"???

This framed piece is/was in my office; something I bought in my 2000 trip to Australia, found at a gallery in Adelaide.


I am forgetting the symbolism as it was covered when framed, but I love the colors and the symmetry. It is all about the land, story, people. Well for me at least

It was great fun to discover that my previous basic module can be folded out of any rectangle!

This makes a great module that can be combined in all sort of polyhedra and/or solids.

House (cube+pyramid) and octahedron were folded for ACT of this month but I could not arrive on time: I'm overworking in this period...

ACT was about evolution and the idea was making a third solid made of a cube and two pyramids... and then hang the three to a tree... more or less :-)

Each module is folded from a rectangle 1:2 (10.5x21 cm. out of A4 Fabriano creamy printer sheets)... but any rectangle will fit...

By changing the lenght of each module you can make different solids....

Joints are very strong and the solids can be thrown here and there and will not disassemble! As a test I threw one down from third floor and worked!

ha ha ha... Bucky, please, wait for me!!!! :-))))) Sooner or later I'll have time enought for the dome :-))) .. and also I'm looking for a variation that can give me the chance to insert some sheets to close the faces... the aim is to have translucent faces... maybe tracing paper will fit.

House can be used as a lantern also...

The smiling hippy chick behind the counter at the restaurant on Nelson handed me my change. "Oh look, you get a lucky dollar coin" (coy smile).


Sure, I am in Canada, and people have that "nice" thing going, so I'm ready to believe. And their money is close to ours, except for more use of dollar and two dollar coins, so why not think there might be variations in coinage>


The light was low, or I was dim, and I glanced at it, not exactly getting why the coin was special-- I still am not always sure which one is the single dollar. So I saw it looked different, but did not look closely enough.


It was not until back at the table when I showed it to my Canadian friends... and shrunk at their laughter-- Hippy Chick had passed me a US dollar coin (worth less than a Canadian equivalent).


What a rube am I. Just write "sucker" on a sticker and slap it on my back. She saw me coming and going.




I've had that dollar in my wallet for a week-- and all kinds of good things have been coming my way. Even more than usual.


So this is me smiling back at you, Hippy Chick-- you got a laugh, but I have some strong Mojo luck going here.

"The Noël Orphanage was founded in 1955 by Mgr. Bigirumwami, bishop of Nyundo from 1952 until 1973. It got the name ‘Noël’ because it received the first children on Christmas day. It was meant to take care of sick children, who didn’t have a mother anymore.


During the war in Rwanda from April 1994 until September 1994 the children and the headmistress Athanasie remained in the refugee camp of Goma (Congo). Thanks to the dedication of Athanasie and the help of friends, the children of the Orphanage Noël escaped the genocide. Athanasie had fled with 59 children and when she returned to Nyundo in September 1994 there were 230 orphans. In November 1995 there were 550 orphans. In 2010, there are nearly 700 orphans being cared for by the orphanage, as well as a number of physically and mentally disabled.


Sixteen years after the genocide the number of young orphans is increasing, but now as a consequence of aids. One of the biggest supporters of the Orphanage Noel is The Point Foundation, based in the UK. Over the last few years, The Point Foundation has built new shower and toilet blocks, refurbished buildings, helped with funding for daily needs such as foods, medicines, clothing, shoes, bedding, and in October 2010, opened a library for the children."


Nyundo, Rwanda.

August 9, 2011.

Melbourne, Australia for the Powerful Learning Practice Culminating Event

Trinidad and Tobago can't handle used computer parts properly - instead, dropping them into landfills... and they say that the Bectel's aluminium smelter is 'nothing to worry about'.


Sort of like this monitor. Odd, too - see notes.

John Ittelson tries to describe to Lupita and Larry all about his Chumby. We had a great evening before the NMC Conference visiting John at his home-- and a good amount of time geeking out in all of the spaces John has for his tech gear in the house.


I keep telling John I am going to not remind him of this story, but he says he enjoys it, so here is my favorite John Ittelson story.


I knew John for several years back, and sometime on the early part of the current century, while I was still working at Maricopa, John emailed and said he was at a conference downtown and wanted to see if we could meet up for lunch.


Of course I said yes, so we made plans to meet in front of the convention center.


I drove down to the Phoenix Convention Center in plenty of time, but the hour of meeting passed, and I walked up and down the main street.


Finally, I called John on a cell phone and told him I was here.


He said he was too.


I said I am in front of the convention center.


He said he was too.


I said I was near the ****** Bank Building.


He said he could not see that one, but he was near a big balloon.


Hmmm. What is going on here....


I said, on a wild guess, "John.... just what city are you in?"


He said, "Albuquerque!"


I smiled and said, "John, I'm going to have to stand you up, because I am in Phoenix!"


I was willing to let the story slide, but since John keeps reminding me of it, here it is.


It's going to be a great conference, and if you have time to talk to John (even in the wrong city) it is something you will certainly get much value out of. He is a true multimedia/web/educational champion, one of my heros.


When i grow up, I want a house like Johns. He wins with all the tech toys.

This telecaster has a good story behind it.


Last night I pulled out a box of old prints to show a friend. These were ones I made in the late 1980s when I had my own dark room equipment, and thought it was time to digitize them into the 21st Century.

Liz is a former colleague from Maricopa who is a masterful storyteller, especially for ones like she told tonight that take place in Arizona.


10th Anniversary Tellebration in Pine, AZ

He's trying to look scary, but if you watch his eye, he is laughing.


Bryan Alexander and I had a hoot of a time last time improvising a "Scary Sttories from Strawberry" show on #ds106 radio


Most fun was playing his eerie music in the background and experimenting with foley-ish sound effects.



I got this tie in 8th grade from ThinkGeek. How many 14 year olds did you know with a Linux tie?


BTW, this was taken in the morning before my college graduation (for Computer Science).

When I left my job I had to return the Edirol R-09 portable audio recorder, which I had really liked for its simplicity and recording quality.


I have some upcoming work along my travel path to conduct audio and video interviews, so I opted to pick up the Zoom H2. This little baby has a lot packed in it, the key thing being able to use built in (or external mics) to record in many different configurations- front facing 90°, back facing 120°, both in stereo, or all of them for 4 track recording. I also like that it comes with all the accessories- stands, power supply, wind sscreen, even a set of headphones.


You can even connect it by USB to a computer and use it as a microphone for the computer.


Lots to try!

2010/05/16: Sunday Challenge (by popular request): Make a self-portrait, with or without the camera in the frame. #ds182


I've been enjoying a more focused effort to read, or properly, to finish one of the pile of books I started. And the paperback old form factor works out quote fine.


Bill Bryson's Lost Continent is an exploration of small town America, that has me laughing our loud frequently. The man knows how to turn a pile of words into something beautiful, funny, and insightful. If you want validation, go down to Vern's.


Shot on tripod with self timer, the darn remote control was having troubles focusing.

Some of the crazy acts on the road into Lee's Ferry. The boulders are hard sandstone of the Shinarump formation, which sits above the more easily eroded Moenkopi Formation.


No scale, but the top of the boulder must be 30 feet off the ground.


It is a big sucker.

Got a new hard case to transport the old acoustic around with me-- I've had this one 33 years-- and I still suck at playing.

A photograph of my grandmother, Janet, I am guessing in 1986 when I was taking a black and white photography class at University of Delaware -- doing photos the old chemical way.


This so captures her in my memory; always about to say something opinionated!


I've published some audio from her stories told in 1994

A student at an elementry school I visted near Melbourne (June 2001) shows off one of his creative stories.

The folks at dailyshoot must be busy or tired or just want to see lots of photos of coffee- today's assignment was "favorite morning beverage" (tequila??).


Actually it is 3:00pm in the afternoon; but I have been here at a href="">Wildflower Bread Company in Tempe since 10:00am, today's remote office on the road as I am a few days in Phoenix (escaping snow).


But there is no time of day for me that is NOT suitable for coffee. The brew today is... hmm. Papau New Guina Sagrit Plantation.


Honestly, if is black, hot, and strong, I will love it.

While I am going to school: "It is early in the morning. I like going to school in order to learn for my future. To get a better future, I must learn in school. I knew that learning is the only way to achieve this goal." © Ibsato, 12 years old, Kharaz refugee camp, Yemen.


This picture is part of a UNHCR photography project, carried out with the assistance of a professional photographer Brendan Bannon. The project is entitled "Do you see what I see?", and gives refugee children the opportunity to learn how to use a camera and have the opportunity to give the world a vivid, emotional look into their lives.


"See refugee life through the voices and visions of children, who are experts on their own lives." B. Bannon


Watch the workshop's video on YouTube:

@dailyshoot: 2010/03/04: Striped patterns have a natural pattern that catches the eye. Find some stripes today and make a photo. #ds109


Yeah, I did a road shot just last week, so sue me. But this one spoke to me today- ah the previous picture was a stripe on the side of the road and this is in the middle.


Photography was tricky this morning; I was on my way home from an eye doctor appointment, and my pupils were still dilated... and all I had was my iphone for a camera. The majority of my photos were of the side of my finger.

@dailyshoot: 2010/09/25: Make a photograph that shows an interpretation of your favorite indulgence or guilty pleasure. (@PrimalPhil) #ds314


While here in Australia, the daily indulgence goes beyond just plain "coffee" to a Flat White. I am guilty of its pleasure.

Of course, this is the proper Aussie orientation for a globe. Works for Kiwis and penguins too

A morning spent watching my friend Kevin coaching the State College High School soccer team (The Littler Lions)

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