“Alone. Not Lonely”

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JORDAN Through Harold’s Lens:

Flat
360
Scattered rocks
Skimpy shrubs

Black snaking ribbon
Long
Narrow
Shimmered.

Blind Curve

Jammed brakes
Squealed
Smoked
Burned
Skid sideways.

Shoulder
Crashed against door
Head
Crashed against dash.

Huddled Masses

Hundreds
Weaving across black ribbon
Long line
Stretching wide.

Unique goat bells
Signaled stud males
Signaled ewes in heat.

Roaming groups
Long hair
Waiting
Shearing for wool.

Tail End

Nomad of the desert
Dusty
Shuffling slowly
Through barren land.

Tattered sweater and wool
Loose cotton and headgear.

She was ten
Small
One stick in hand
Herding
Hundreds of friends.

She was not alone.

“Little Guys & I”

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MYANMAR Through Harold’s Lens:

Seven little guys
Kicking ball
In the park.

I sat down
Watched
Mr. SLR Nikon had fun.

Little guys stopped
Came over
Quizzical look.

Touched fingers
High fived
Bumped fists.

Little guys watched Mr. SLR
I showed photos
Little guys laughed

I loaned Mr. SLR
Little guys took pixs
Laughed.

High fives
We laughed together.

Seven small children
Me
Two languages
Shared a moment
Bonded
Loved
Laughed
Had fun.

How beautiful
Our world can be.

“Where Spirits Soar”

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CHILE Through Harold’s Lens:

Bottom Of Our World

Where ice mountains drift
Where winds of ice blow
Where giant condors soar.

The melodic beauty
The haunting sounds
The lone pan flute
Flowed.

Across the Andes Mountain Range
Around thick, wood forest
Around dark, bark trees
Around green, pine needles.

Drawing me
Luring me
Sucking me in
Capturing me.

My First View

Long black flowing hair
Strong fighting face
Distant stare
Spiritual leader?

What Was Happening Here?

The Great Spirit?
Deep religious rite?
Communication with ancestors, Gods
Fireballs, comets, shooting stars?

Cultural worship?
Harmonious earthly elements?
Full moon
Animals, birds, trees, plants
wind, rain, mountains springs?

Ritual love affair?
Language of the land?
Traditional. Native
Beauty, love
Honor, virtue.

Silently
Slowly
I nestled in
soft pine needles.

Listening
Swaying
Emotionally bathing.

The Beauty Of Our World.

“Horrific”

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CAMBODIA Through Harold’s Lens:

WARNING!
GRAPHIC CONTENT!

Pol Pot Regime
Khmer Rouge
Killing Fields
3,000,000 people slaughtered!

Society
Confiscated: Private property.
Burned: Homes to the ground.
Banned: Family relationships.
Separated: Children from parents.
Relocated: To different parts of Cambodia.
Relocated: To Collective Farms. Forced labor.
Banned: Personal utensils. Allowed one spoon.
Eliminated: Privacy. Sexual relations.
Death: Family members communicating with each other.
Banned: Religion. Buddhist temples destroyed.
Murdered: 60,000 monks. 1,000 survived
Abolished: Freedom to travel.
Abolished: Postal service. Telephone service.
Closed: Hospitals. Factories.
Closed: Schools. Books burned.
Closed: Banks. Money burned.
Destroyed: Bank records. No claims to funds.
Isolated: Cambodia from foreign countries.

Family
Grandmother. Grandfather.
Mother. Father.
Daughter. Son.
Infant.

Long marches: Days out into countryside.
Died: Children. Elderly. Sick.
Work: 12 hours non-stop. No rest. No food.
No medicine. No medical services.
Death: Disease. Illness.
Death: Exhaustion. Overwork.
Death: Starvation.
Murdered: Offenders.
Murdered: Intellectuals. City-dwellers.
Murdered: Teachers. Minorities.
Murdered: Merchants. Suspected traitors.
Murdered: Practicing religion.
Raped: Females.
Torture: Children taught methods with animals.
Torture: Children carried out torture, executions.

Torture
Mass graves: 20,000 all over Cambodia. 1,386,734 victims.
Torture centre: 16,000 sent to death.
Secret prison: S-21. 14,000 prisoners. 12 survived.
Small cells: Shackled to walls, concrete floors.
Large cells: Collectively shackled to long iron bars.
Food: Human feces.
Water: Human urine.
Torture: Sliced with knives.
Torture: Electric shocks. Searing hot metal.
Torture: Suffocation with plastic bags.
Torture: Fingernails pulled out. Alcohol poured on wounds.
Torture: Alive. Bled to death.
Torture: Alive. Sliced open. Organs removed. No anesthetic.
Torture: Alive. Skinned.
Torture: Heads held under water.
Execution: Pickaxes. Spades. Sharpened bamboo sticks. Machetes. Saves ammunition.
Execution: Heads of children, infants bashed against trees.

30 Years Later
Widows: Tens of thousands.
Orphans: Tens of thousands.
Severe traumatization: Those who lived.

Pol Pot Regime
Khmer Rouge
Killing Fields
3,000,000 people slaughtered!

May our world never forget this horrific event.

Documentation Center of Cambodia

http://www.dccam.org

“My Life In A Hole”

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CAMBODIA Through Harold’s Lens:

Mom Buried Me Alive!

“1976
I was 5”, Savon said.

“Daddy dead”.
“Brother dead”.
“Mommy horrified”.
“Me terrified”.

Cambodia
Khmer Rouge
Killing Fields
3,000,000 slaughtered!

Mom’s Protection From Murder.

4:30am.
Home
Small village
Open field.

Dark deep hole.

Dirt hole
Five feet deep
Three feet square.

Roof
Thatched bamboo
Grass cover
Heavy.

My dark hole
Every morning

Mom left me
Alone
In a hole
12 hours
Pure fright
Pure terror.

Mom out in a rice field
Picking.

Not fresh green stems
Not prime first cut.

One kernel
One kernel
One kernel.

One white kernel
One white kernel in the dirt.

Rats snapping
Cobras slithering
Mom’s tiny toes
Under water.

One meal that day
One meal day after day
After day
After day.

Mom Buried Me Alive!

Cambodia
Khmer Rouge
Killing Fields
3,000,000 slaughtered!

“Passionate Fan”

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JORDAN Through Harold’s Lens:

“Oh my God!”
“Oh my God!”
“Oh my God”

The young teen girl screams.

Could it be?

Hands tremble
Fingers twitch
Heart pounds.

Knees knock
Pores sweat
Eyes beetle.

Love his movies
Every one
Five times.

Lawrence of Arabia
Doctor Zhivago
Funny Girl

Academy Award
Golden Globe
Best actor

“Oh my God!”
Sees me.

“Oh my God!”
Smiles at me.

“Oh my God!”
Winks at me.

“Oh my God!”
Walks to me.

Pen?
Paper?
Oh no!
Not in purse.

iPhone
Quick.
Quiver
Shiver.

“Ca ca ca can
Ha ha ha have
Pic pic pic picture
With you?”

Hands
Caress
Shoulder.

Never wash sweater.

“Oh my God!”
Into my eyes
Into his eyes
Smiles.

Click. Click. Click.

Facebook
Instagram
Twitter
Tweet

Omar Sharif

Dream
Wilt.
Melt

“Oh my God!”

Talented Photographer Olivia Visits Through Harold’s Lens.

Photographer Olivia Nye Robbins

In December 2013, 11-year old Olivia travelled, with her mother Courtney, to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico for a week of exploring.

The images Olivia captured, of the life and flavor of this UNESCO World Heritage site, are simply amazing for someone so young.

Olivia captured her images with a SLR Nikon D300s camera with an AF-S NIKKOR 50mm 1:1.4 G lens.
She did not shoot with a tripod.
Olivia shot in Manual mode in RAW for all of her images.
With her eye looking through the Nikon viewfinder eyepiece mounted on a Hoodman HoodEYE eye cup, Olivia was constantly adjusting her camera’s shutter speed, f-stop, ISO and depth-of-field without looking at the dials.
It took her about thirty minutes to learn how to do it.

For Post Processing, Olivia downloaded her images into Adobe Lightroom 5, installed on a MacBook Air computer, while listening to her favorite celebrity/musical artist, Macklemore.

I hope you enjoy Olivia’s photography as much as I do!

“Soft Side Of Love”

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EGYPT Through Harold’s Lens:

Small Coptic Orthodox Church.

Slowly with reference
Little boy
Grandmother
Pass through holy
Portals.

Idolizing eyes look up
Into proud eyes
Respect.

Aging slim legs
Young tiny feet
Quietly down the
long hallowed carpet.

Kneeling together
Deep prayer.

Aged dark wooden pew
Small family
Shufflles sideways.

Not alone
The Father
The Son
The Holy Spirit.

Alone moment
Quiet moment.

Crinkled hands
Folded
Young fingers
Folded.

Quietly arise.

Candles aglow
Beckon.

Little hand
Guided by
Wilted hand
Touch flame to flame.

Prayer
Thought
Rolling tears.

Husband remembered
Grandfather honored.

Connected by blood
Connected by love

The soft side of love.

“Village Life”

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CAMBODIA Through Harold’s Lens:
The global world does not pass by this young Cambodian girl in a remote village outside Siem Reap. On the dusty, dirt street of her vista, only naked children, bent women carrying heavy water buckets and hunched men shuffling under pounds of cut bamboo pass by.

“A Great Tree Has Fallen”

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SOUTH AFRICA Through Harold’s Lens:

On this day
When the great man is laid to rest
May South Africa’s famous baobab tree
The “Tree of Life”
Spring forth
Another
Nelson Mandela.

“Pondering The Loss Of Nelson Mandela”

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GUATEMALA Through Harold’s Lens:

Today our world lost a truly great man. One of the true heroes of our time. Let us never forget the one-of-a-kind stature, wisdom and grace of Nelson Mandela. His final walk to freedom has begun

“Goooooooooooool”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

The little five-year old boy dreams.

His Dad put him up to that.

Sunday
Afternoons with Dad
Holding hands
Climbing onto the big bus
Packed with fanatical fans.

Hot
Hip to hip
Weaving bumper-to-bumper traffic.

Arrival
Argentina’s famous stadium
La Bombonera.

Home
The most successful
soccer team in the world
Famous Boca Juniors.

Great
Legends played here.

Bloody
Rough game
Hated arch rival
Mexico.

Today
Gold Medal
Final game
World Cup
World Champion.

49,000
Scream
Chant
Pound drums
Passions explode.

Rolls
Toilet paper
Stream
Across heads.

1-1
Score tied.

One
Minute to play.

Mexico
End of field.

Little boy
Drills the ball
Slow motion
White Arch through air
Wind screams
Hearts stop
Mouths hang open.

Up
Up
Top left
Open net
Swish!
Gooooooooooool!

#7
Yellow-blue jersey
Retired that day.

Boca Juniors Museum Hall of Fame.

Dreams
Built
One grain of sand at a time.

Thanks Daddy.

“Breakfast”. Alcoholic: Dark Side.

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YOUR TOWN Through Harold’s Lens:

9:06am
The Diner

“Good morning Susan”

“Mornin’ Harry”

“What’ll it be this morning?”

“Double martini
Vodka
Extra dry
Chilled stem
Two olives”

“Rough night again?”

“Yeah
Damn kids
The old man
Bitch of a fight”

“This will fix you up.”

“How about something to eat?”

“15 minutes Harry”

“Eggs
Over easy
Bacon
Toast
Juice
Shot of Smirnoff”

“Harry,
Hit me again
Double”

RING. RING. RING.
“Hello Alcoholics Anonymous. Can I help you?”
“My name is Susan. I’m an alcoholic.”

“The Wagon”. Alcoholic: Dark Side.

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YOUR TOWN Through Harold’s Lens:

Heaven To Hell

Took my soul to hell
Alone
In the dark

Hell To Heaven

8,394 1/2 days
Rode the wagon
with soft friends

Heaven Back To Hell

Only 1 beer
1 led to 2
2 led to 4
4 led to 8

11:00 am

Team meeting
Straight talk
Messrs Grey Goose,
Crystal Head, Finlandia,
Stolichnaya, Absolut,
Smirnoff, Belvedere,
Skyy and Pinnacle.

No body odor
Made me feel good

1
2
3
Discussion with wife
4
Argument with wife
5
Wife disgusted
6
Daughter terrified
7
Grandchildren scared
8
Friends shuffled away
9
One for the road
10
Just a nightcap
11
Messrs rolled across floor
Naked and empty

Soul Back In Hell
Alone
In the dark

Wagon left without me.

RING. RING. RING.
“Hello. Alcoholics Anonymous. Can I help you?”
“My name is Mark. I’m an alcoholic.”

“Dear Daddy.” Alcoholic: Dark Side.

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YOUR TOWN Through Harold’s Lens:

Daddy
Is it cold down there?
Are you asleep?
Can you breath?
It’s very quiet here.

A man threw dirt
on top of your long box.
Mommy called
your box a coffin.

A man in a black suit
with a white collar
Had a black book
Open

He read strange words
In a creepy language.
Mommy said
it was Latin.

A man with a weird horn
Squeezed a big bag
He played music.
Mommy said
it was Amazing Grace.

Everybody was
Crying
Hugging
Holding hands
Leaning on each other.

Other Mommies
whispered you
drank yourself death.

Other Daddies
said that you were
a drunk.

Why Daddy?
Please help me Daddy
I love you Daddy.

RING. RING. RING.
“Hello. Alcoholics Anonymous. Can I help you?”
“May name is Jason. I’m an alcoholic.”

“Stages”. Alcoholic: Dark Side.

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YOUR TOWN Through Harold’s Lens:

Shock

Pete!
Dead?
Mom, I just saw him!
What happened?

Story

Pitch night
Old man
Alcoholic
Drunk
High speed
Head-on.

3000 pounds
into
3000 pounds.

Metal rips metal
Metal smashes glass
Smashed glass tears tender skin
Sharp edges saw bare bone
Chards puncture eyes
Blood
Rivers of blood.

Denial

No Mom
This can’t be
This can’t be happening to our family
Pete! Pete! My dear brother Pete!

Anger

@$#&%*
@$#&%*
@$#&%* liquor
@$#&%* alcoholic
@$#&%* alcoholic driving a car.

Tears

Streams roll over soft cheeks
Tongue tastes salt
Lip tastes mucous
Shoulders shake
Body quivers.

Eyes stare into space
Howl
Long, low, hollow
Nooooooooooooo!!!!

Depression

@$#&%* life
I can’t do this any more
Pete was my strength
My best friend
My God.

Acceptance

Mom
Dad
I have you
We have each other
We have love.

RING. RING. RING.
“Hello. Alcoholics Anonymous. “Can I help you?”
“My name is John. I’m an alcoholic.”

“My Surprise”

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BELGIUM Through Harold’s Lens:

Last night
Before our date.

You gave me one red rose
You kissed me tenderly.

You kneeled
You gently lifted my left hand
You looked into my eyes
You said, “will you marry me?”

You slipped a diamond on my finger.

Your eyes glistened
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I leaned and kissed you gently.

I whispered “yes!”

Today
Brunch in a Bruges Cafe
You savoring a delicious beer
I savoring you.

I dreamed of our life together
Our children
To be
Our home
To be.

Our life values
Our education values
Our religious values
How we love to be with each other.

Our tenderness
Our touch
Our care
Our concern
Our love.

“In sickness and in health,
Until death do us part”
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