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One Hug
But this one was different.
“The men here are bad”, she’d told me a few minutes earlier during my first ever Thai massage. Leaving sons and Thailand looking for work must have been hard, ending up in a dark room in a town known for sexual exploitation must now be almost intolerable.
“The men here are bad.”
How those words cut me. Men who take. Men who oppress. Men who demand.
The extra 200 UAH cash may have been part of it, but perhaps it was the timing and intent. At the end in order to bless rather than at the beginning in order to take.
I got the feeling the room had seen more than mere massage and I felt sick.
She was a beautiful lady. Smiling, a long way from home, almost trapped and working for family far away. Who goes to Ukraine to earn money to send to Thailand?
I bet most days she felt more like a shower after a massage, but today, it was a hug. Really strong. Heartbreaking.
I pray she has more days like this, but we know it’s not likely.
Pure Peace
If only this were me. Lost in his slumber my little nephew is obliviously
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Amsterdam Enlightenment
Amsterdam is indeed a place of enlightenment. Wandering the streets, the city walls divulge a treasure of truth. A deep lesson we must all ponder.
A piece of family history
This trike was neglected in the rain at our house recently. Loved the way the red pops on the gray, wet day.
Shared moment north of the Atlantic
A gull resting on the beach at Vik, Iceland. Completely undeterred by our presence it allowed me to crawl up to within a few centimetres of it for this shot. The jet black sand, mist and white feathers are a dramatic contrast.
Taken with my indestructible Olympus Tough 8000 this picture just goes to show that you don’t require the most expensive camera to capture something special.
Green dress and blue carpet
My sister’s green dress and white shoes provided a fantastically simple and clean shot recently while shopping for videos near our home.
Six Foot Track
A man-weekend away with my mate Nick. We sure showed all the hikers, with their mini tents, mini sleeping bags, mini food…
West of Berufjordhur – Iceland
A unrepeatable valley leading to Berufjordhur – Iceland. The thin dirt road leading up the valley was the only alternative to a long paved route via the main highway accommodating trucks and cars alike in a few meter wide trail. This picture in no ways does justice to the vast scale of that place.
Night-Time at Geneva
The grass at Geneva, Latrobe, Tasmania speaks of memories, clean air and family.
“Dear God, help me to live for you today.”
I can’t pray this anymore.
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