Saturday, January 18, 2014

Taking photos when traveling

As you may have noticed, most of my pictures do not have people in them.  I would much prefer to take and look at pictures with people because people are endlessly fascinating.  But having been lucky enough to travel to so many places and having been lucky enough to be raised in an extremely picturesque place myself, I have now come to realize how strange it is taking pictures of other people when they are just going about their daily lives.  Taking pictures of them makes me feel like I am treating their real lives the same way I would treat animals on a safari.  Now that doesn't hold for festivals or public events, when the whole event is sort of one big picture taking opportunity.  But when it is just people going about their lives, I usually hesitate to shove a camera in their face.  Doesn't mean I won't subtly try to take a picture of something that brings a smile to my face, but I try not to be too much the ugly American about it.

So here is a picture I tried to subtly take by turning my head in the complete opposite direction and pretend I wasn't taking any pictures at all.  I just loved the color that this man was painting his house.  I think we need more over the top, cheerfully painted houses in the states.  Who could stay in a bad mood if they passed a house painted the color of a sunflower?



Oh and not to have a spoiler alert or anything, but tomorrow is a big festival in Ethiopia and I am really hoping to get a few pictures of the festivities.  Not everything needs to be ruined by my constant fear of cultural imperialism.  Some things can just be appreciated, even by me.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Back in Ethiopia

This 365 day challenge is, well... it's challenging!  At first, I thought it would be fun to take a picture every day but after a few days, it started to get harder.  I started to think that maybe people aren't really all that interested in seeing a picture of my life every day and its a little self-aggrandizing to think that they are.  But then I remembered, that if they don't want to see it, they don't have to and for the most part I am trying to put pictures of beautiful things that make me happy.  So how can that hurt anyone?

What I am realizing is that this a great challenge to help with creativity and with seeing the beauty in the world.  When I was in Belize, where it is gorgeous and picturesque every day it isn't too hard; turn around and there is a photo opportunity.  But today (and yesterday) I flew from Baltimore to Ethiopia.  And when you are on a 13.5 hour flight and spend four hours in the airport on top of that, there aren't that many opportunities to take a picture.  So it starts to make those creative muscles work, trying to think of something that you can take a picture of that isn't a selfie or a picture of food (both of which I am guilty of).  Some days it is a bit of a loss, like today.  I took a picture but it was just from my hotel room at sunset because I had slept for most of the day, completely ruining any chance I had of not having jet lag, and wasn't feeling up to wandering around the neighborhood trying to circumspectly take a photo of someone's food stand or something.  But other days, instead of seeing something beautiful and thinking "oh, that's nice, I wish other people could see that" and going along on my way, I stop and I take a picture and I share it.  Or, instead of focusing on all the ugly things there are in the world, I have to force myself to see the beauty in things.  Or to focus on the things that make me happy so that I can capture those and share them.

Maybe it is self-aggrandizing and maybe no one in the whole huge internet universe really cares about another sunset I saw.  But the fact that I made myself get out of bed so I could capture the gorgeous colors in the Addis sunset and appreciate the fact that there is beauty everywhere, even if I am too grouchy and jet lagged to want to see it,
made the challenge worth it today.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

I might just turn this into a photo blog

There are million photo sharing sites out there but I just can't seem to figure them out.  Other than instagram, I just get confused.  So while I can't promise to update this any more often than I have in the past, I was thinking if I just try to add a few more photos from time to time, it might make it easier on me.  Anyway a picture is worth a thousand words right?

If that were true, I could just turn in 20 pictures and my dissertation would be done...

Anyway, here are a few of my favorite pictures from my Belize trip so far...

Temple 1 through the trees in Tikal, Guatemala.  Tikal is a world heritage site that has a huge array of Mayan ruins that span hundreds, maybe thousands of years of Mayan history.  If anyone is in Belize or Guatemala, its a must.


The view from the top of Temple 4.  Getting Dad to smile is always a challenge but he almost made it here.

This is the view from the Singing Sands Inn in Placencia.  Its not the most perfect panorama but you get the idea.  It was a beautiful sunset with Dad and I sitting on the dock watching the world go by.


The sunset on Caye Caulker.  We walked past a dock full of people just watching the sunset.  The golden sunset was too much to pass up.


If that code works, this should be an instagram picture of the horizon as I waited for the scuba boat to pick me up this morning.  Its obviously a little blacker than it should be since I was taking the picture into the sun, but it really isnt too off color.  There was a big storm front coming in and it made the whole horizon this beautiful, monocramatic color.  Not the best for scuba (it was canceled, it turns out) but still beautiful.


Mom and Dad and I went for a walk yesterday and watched the storm front roll in in the afternoon.  I loved the sun on the hut with the front rolling in behind.  We barely made it back for the rain came, but it was worth it!


Also, I just realized I have a predilection for shots of the horizon.  I will mix it up more in the future!

Friday, January 3, 2014

I posted a picture on instagram today, where most of my pictures will be, but Caye Caulker nicely gave me a few photo ops today so here is another one or two.



And just because photo manipulation is fun...




Thursday, January 2, 2014

14 in 2014

I don't really do resolutions.  They always just seem like an opportunity to set yourself up for disappointment.  "Hey, here is a thing that I feel bad about.  I am going to fix said thing about myself.  Surely, when I inevitably succeed at this, I will feel so much better about myself..."  Except that it never happens and I just end up feeling bad about not only whatever I resolved to change but also about how I failed to change.  So, instead of doing that, in 2012 I came up with 12 new things I wanted to do before 2012 ended (and by extension before the world ended.  I guess the Mayans got that one wrong).   There aren't really any rules other than they are things I want to do and things I haven't done before.  I didn't make the whole list that year although I did get a couple big ones checked off, but I am going to resurrect the list this year.  It's not really a big deal if I finish them all or not, but just having the list makes me try new things

So, the 14 things that I want to do in 2014 are...

1. Finish my dissertation (This is non-negotiable and completely boring)

2. Scuba dive (doing this tomorrow with my Mom.  Checking one off right away)

3. Bike trip in Italy.

4. Take a picture every day.  (This is probably the closest thing to a new year's resolution.  Most of the time it will be on Instagram and certainly I wont be able to post every day when I am traveling but I will catch up if I miss a day.)  Here is #1 off the coast of Caye Caulker in Belize.



5. Go rock climbing

6. Go to a concert at the Bowery Ballroom

7. Take a cooking class

8. Try reiki

9. Go to the American Visionary Art Museum

10.  Go to a college or professional football game (I can't believe I STILL haven't done this.  That's what I get for going to small private schools)

11. Muddy buddy.

12. Go to Paris (This will either be immediately before or after #3)

13. Go to Club 342

14. Korean Karaoke

Many of these wont mean anything to people not in Baltimore.  But thats ok.The idea is just to try new things or finally do those things that I keep saying I am going to do and never getting around to.  It doesn't really matter how big or small or silly they are, as long as its something that I can look forward to and something that will give me a new experience.

Cheers to 2014!  A year for adventure!

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Warning...soapbox ahead

There is something terribly embarrassing about being in a foreign country, particularly in a place with conservative values, when Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball” video starts playing on the big screen tv.  For those of you who don’t know, it features the dubiously talented Miley Cyrus naked, riding a wrecking ball as it crashes into a wall, with obvious physical enjoyment.  And just in case that is too subtle, she also grabs a metal pipe and performs some suggestive oral actions.  But why is that embarrassing for me?  Its not like I would ever do that and maybe I shouldn’t be so prudish.  Except that when I am in a place where every white person is lumped together under the dubious category of forenge (foreigner), I might as well go out to find a building site because to most people Miley Cyrus and I are virtually indistinguishable.

We live in a world where the majority of people learn about America through its popular media.  Is it any wonder that when the image we peddle across the airwaves is a young naked girl dry-humping construction equipment, conservative leaders in other places can convince people that Americans are morally bankrupt, more concerned with sex, money, and consumption than thoughtful, deliberate living?  And that in times of economic and social instability, it is much easier to unite people under a banner of “us” against “them” than offer constructive solutions, especially when “them” seems to be a society that celebrates debauchery and turpitude?   Should we truly be surprised that there are some people out there who despise our culture?  Should I be truly surprised when men in other countries assume that all American women have loose sexual mores?  What else should they think based on what they see and hear?

I am not saying that this view is correct, nor am I saying that the exploration and acceptance of sexuality without shame is equivalent to immorality.  I think on the whole, most Americans are genuinely caring, earnest, and kind people, if somewhat naïve about the effect our economic and political processes have on the rest of the world.  I think that the ability to have open and honest conversations about sex, gender, and the celebration of pleasure are all incredibly important, and positive, aspects of American culture .  If anything, we should do more to lessen the restrictive morality around sex (hello, abstinence only education) within our country. 

But I don’t think that packaging up nude, nubile pop-starlets for mass consumption and shipping it overseas is really an effort to engage in that conversation.  Nor is it an attempt to show the rest of the world the good parts of America; that women are allowed to be the equals, if not superiors, of men; that we are becoming increasingly intolerant of racism and homophobia (at least I hope we are), that we are a culture that is made up of every country, allowing us to learn a little about the world just by talking to someone who grew up somewhere else.   But what I see when I am overseas is consumption, sexual gratification, and political ineptitude.  These are, tragically, as much a part of America as civil rights, social safety nets and religious tolerance, but we do ourselves a disservice by not insisting on not only portraying ourselves better, but also being better (apologies for all the double negatives).

Do I blame Miley Cyrus?  Of course not.  She is a victim of our obsession with pushing boundaries to raise advertising revenue, not an ingenious social commentator.  But maybe instead of celebrating the newest pop-tart’s sexual exploitation, we could just take a second and think about whether that is really the image we want for America?  Whether we want people to associate the USA with freedom, independence, open dialogue and equality or with sexually suggestive music videos and inept governments?  Because from where I am sitting, all I see is a lot of twerking and political grandstanding.  And it’s hard to prove that there is much else. 

I don’t have any sort of recipe about how to change things, but I think that it probably starts somewhere around trying to be better people instead of just trying to consume and exploit.  And maybe with electing leaders and not wing-nuts.  Instead of taking every criticism as a threat and every suggestion as an insult, maybe we could celebrate what is truly good about our country, while thinking critically about what we can do to improve it and ourselves.


I think I may have gotten off track somewhere so I am going to get off my soapbox now and be grateful there aren’t any construction sites around.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Back to the topic of resilience

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There will be many days when the internet does not work.  I mean, aren't we all a little surprised I have internet at all?  I know I am.  Somedays the internet doesn't work and some days, surprise! It does.  So in the spirit of surprise, some days you won't have any updates from me, some days you will have more than one.  It will be a surprise for us all!  So with that in mind, here is post number two for today.

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Back to the topic of resilience, it is amazing how quickly people can get used to things.  I am of course basing this only on my own experience, but I think resilience is pretty universal so I am going to go ahead and assume that my experiences speak for everyone else’s.  Let’s just roll with that assumption, shall we? 

When I drove into the IMC compound (or as those of you who read the posts in correct order would know, I more rode into the IMC compound as a melted puddle of sweat), I was pretty taken aback.  I mean I wasn't expecting the Hilton or anything, but still, I was pretty taken back.  Even in Afghanistan and near the IDP camps in Uganda, I stayed in guest-houses that had running water and toilets. And walls.  And even trees.  Not really the case here.  Instead of a guesthouse, there are rows of tin shacks.  The floors are covered with peeling linoleum, although I suppose that that is actually a luxury.  There are hardly any trees and there is dust everywhere.  I suppose that not even an NGO can control the weather and make itself a little Garden of Eden, but still it was just surprising.  And the pit latrines… Well, is there anything else I need to say?  Pit.  Latrines.

But two days later, everything feels pretty normal.  I know which room is mine and have become pretty comfortable in it.  I kind of enjoy the outdoor showers.  The food is basic but I like that everyone gathers around the giant flat screen tv to watch football at meals (Yes, there is a flat screen tv and sports night.  Even here.  Dudes.).  The mornings are beautiful.  The compound is perched on a cliff and this morning the program manager showed me “the tower” which is basically just a tin shack up a little higher, but if you climb up and look across the cliff, you can see for miles across savannah.  With the rain coming, everyone swears that in just a few days everything will transform from red and dusty to green and I can only imagine what the view will be.  I have even gotten used to the pigeons scrabbling around on the tin roof in the morning.


I haven’t gone out into the camps yet, that happens tomorrow. Once I do, I am sure that I will be jolted back out of my comfort zone again.  There is a limit to how far my comfort zone can stretch and I imagine that the boundary is just a little bit passed where I am now and does not include real, true poverty.  No one’s comfort zone should have to include that.  I think it is safe to say that if life was a little bit fair and people cared a little bit more for each other and a little bit less about their possessions, maybe no one's comfort zone would have to include poverty.  Maybe we could all agree that no one’s comfort zone really needs too include much more than the basics.  Except for maybe the latrines.  Maybe we could agree on some slightly nicer latrines.