cycling- a photo an hour on Lebanon’s coast

cycling- a photo an hour on Lebanon’s coast

 

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in 2013 with my colleague at the time, Maria and i choose to take on the challenge of running the 10k once again but this time not stopping once throughout the entire “race”. then i decided to take a photograph a minute between strides which resulted in some, if even, average  images. if you insist you can see them in an earlier blog post.
now after a few years of having the desire to, i’ve embarked on a Lebanese coastal cycling trip. along with two other friends, Eliesh and Ibrahim. riding north from Saida to Tripoli in 3 days and 2 nights via Beirut & Batroun. some said but you can do that in a few hours or in a day or 2 max, why are you taking so much time?
for the adventure and pleasure of it. to discover to experience to learn. so, on this trip i’ve chosen to take a photograph each hour of our 70 hour (or so) journey.
i hope you’ll agree with me that these have come out better this time around than the bumpy ride of the 10k experiment 5 years ago. surely, if nothing else the photos are more stable. running on foot is far less smooth than this, cycling on a paved road. though most of the images were taken off of the bicycle.
i hope that through these images you’ll get a sense of the joy that we experienced in these three days.

 

 

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speaking hands

speaking hands

the hands are an instrument of our mind

Hands summer 2015-11
Sally- flight attendant
Sebastian- doctor
Emily- sales representative
Natalie- flight attendant
Rawan- secretary
Miguel- art gallery owner
Enrique- restaurant business owner
Hugo- chef
Eugina- baker, cook
Miguel- chauffeur
Ricardo- waiter
Mario- chaufer
Grecia- student
Leo- sales personnel
Omar- tour guide
Mike- sales personnel
Suleiman- manager
Maryam- professor, activist
Mimo & Semo- the raison d’etre for the adventure and vacation
Sheryl- baker, sales personnel
Fernando- baker
Nicolas- sales personnel
Kamir- sales personnel
Steve- sales personnel
Jannai- hiker, business owner
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Manuel- hiker, waiter, restaurant worker
Doug- waiter
Diego- waiter/barista
Bryn- museum attendant/guide
Katie- manager
Heather- yoga instructor & studio owner
Jumana- urban planner
Daniel- waiter
Michel- consultant
Andrew- ice cream server
Sitto- teta, home maker
Jacqueline- student, activist
Amelia- ceramist, designer
Jackie- ice cream server
Ty- dancer, educator, activist,
Ahimsa- artist
Beatrice- waitress
Leena- advocate, activist
Mehdi- student
Eric- cook
Zeinab- researcher
Rana- musician
Stan- retired writer
Nancy- retired
Cathy- sales personel
Evan- museum attendant
Melissa- artist, educator
Hannah- designer, student
Jane- clinical psychologist
Lucy- landscape designer, gardner
Puy- actress, activist, writer
Jill- flight attendant
Claudia- flight attendant
Francois- travel clerk

 

in the summer of 2015 i recorder the hands of most of the people whom i interacted with and came across over a 6 week period in the US and Mexico.

hands can sometimes mesmerize me. they accomplish so much yet those who do not have any fascinated us by their ability to find alternate ways of achieving what we take for granted on a daily basis. hands are beautiful and telling of many things perhaps.

rLOVEution

rLOVEution

wOw where to begin?!? it’s easy to say that this is a dream come true!!! here we are ya sabaya ou shabab (girls & boys) after 20 years of being on the streets pumping my fist throughout the world i never could have thought about all of what happened last night in a single event here in Beirut. we have a lot of hard work to do now ya helwin (lovelies) BUT may our fists always be stronger than their bullets, chemical tear gas, water trucks and batons. WE WILL ALWAYS BE ONE IN OUR HEARTS. this is our chance to prove it to ourselves first then the rest of the world. #takeittothestreets #nevergiveup #REVOLUTION #revolutionbeirut #Paolofreire #LaoTzu Do the difficult things while they are easy and do the great things while they are small. A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step…from caring comes courage.
– Lao Tzu

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#‎surrounded‬ #police ‪#‎ammunitions ‪#‎teargas‬ ‪#‎escalation‬ ‪#‎trash‬ ‪#‎waste‬ ‪#‎garbage‬ ‪#‎trashcoveredcar‬ ‪#‎gemayze‬ ‪#‎tfou‬! ‪#‎REVOLUTION‬ ‪#‎revolutionbeirut‬ ‪#‎historyinthemaking‬ ‪#‎enoughisenough‬ #meanstreetsbeirut

drape me in jasmine vines in this crescent city swoon. i’ve got the flavor baby you just give me the time. ain’t no misbehaving i got your best interest in mind… – Rising Appalachia

drape me in jasmine vines in this crescent city swoon. i’ve got the flavor baby you just give me the time. ain’t no misbehaving i got your best interest in mind… – Rising Appalachia

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you may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.  Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.  Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.  Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries?  Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own backyard.  You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.  Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?  Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.  Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

– Maya Angelou

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december 27th, 2013

what happens when someone you know dies?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines and two others you loved died in the same week?

what happens when someone you know and cared for dies suddenly because they were assassinated and you watch his son whom you’ve been friends with for a decade mourn and your parents who were friends with him for over twenty years in pain and it happened four blocks from your workplace and three blocks from your parents home on the corner of the building where you used to work and you heard the explosion and the story makes international headlines and two others you loved died in the same week?

i continued to breath!