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SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 35: A New Definition For “LOL”

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My daughter receiving the royal treatment at Wana’s.

Hair and nail day for the Radstone women and a chance for me to take five from the office.

For my haircut, the usual routine is a meeting with my wife, trusty number 2 blade length, and a an electric shaver. You see, mother nature has found a wonderful way to save us $60 bucks a month, less the start-up investment of a modified version of sheep shears.

So when my wife extends an invite to tag along to Wana’s Hair Studio, I gladly accept the offer to be part of ladies salon day out.

My definition of a beauty salon, “Take one part styling, mix it with one part social activity and top it off with 5 parts of psychological therapy.”

OK, let’s get honest here in this entry. It’s been a long day. Last night I stayed up way too late with my daughter and writing my 365 entry. And today, I’m paying the price. No disservice to today’s friend, Homyra, a very cool lady that I will be introducing to you soon.

But in sincerity to the 365 journey I’ve so willingly promised to you, I’m humbling up a little in this night’s entry to open my life a little further to you. So far my family has been with me. This evening we hit the first real bump. Not that they are non-accepting or lacking support of the project, they are 100% behind me. Rather, it’s a total emotional meltdown.

It’s not the wisest choice to keep a lovely, but moody eight-year-old up two hours past her bedtime; a mistake we are all paying for today. Wana’s was a highlight of the afternoon, however, since leaving the sanctuary of its walls, the day has slowly been unraveling. I have literally witnessed my beloved bride leave for several walks of parent time-out. As I write I am soothed my overly sugared-up little darling, very upset at the length of her chosen hair style.

She and I have just agreed to allow me the time to finish this entry and with my lovely wife now back in the house (from walk number ?#?), I do my best to settle my nerves so that I can give you my evenings entry.

As I have promised, no matter what, I will not let you down by not entering a daily blog. We have all vested too much effort to get to 35 days, and even though this night is not picture perfect, it would be a great disservice to not publish the  wisdom of today’s new friend.

So without any further delay (and venting over,) it’s time for me to fully and politely introduce you to Homyra.

I’m sitting in reception chair number one (at least that’s what I’m calling it), flipping through the monthly hair mags. As I reflect on the good old days (when I had hair to style), I take time to glimpse around the salon.

There is a buzz in the air. One that is a touch different from what I’ve felt at the swanky Beverly Hills salons I’ve done photo work for. I promise, I’m not bagging on Beverly Hills. I like the community and have many friends there – just this vibe is grabbing me today. Lots of upward smiles, lots of open conversations and not a single person is ignored or not involved in some activity other than the ritual of hair styling. Wana’s is a rocking place! More social than business of hair cutting.

The salon is run by three sisters, all long ago immigrants from Afghanistan. They got out before things got too bad. My friend of the day, Homyra, the youngest of the three, came to the states when she was four.

Happy and vibrant, she tells me of her challenges being the youngest of a somewhat traditional family. Yet even as we talk of such things, her sisters kick in, exclaiming supporting comments from across the room. This family is a blast. They agree and disagree with the same compassion and commitment of a charging bull. But there is no way to ignore either their quick sarcastic wit, or their loving unity.

I ask, “Is this the way it always is here?” With smile on their faces they all resoundingly agree, “YES!!” and back to business.

They tell me of a family vacation where eleven family members crammed into one Las Vegas hotel room. Sleeping sideways, on floors, emotions high and low. Their stories have my stomach cramping with laughter.

My take away? Homyra comes from a great and loving family. My eyes are opened to her culture and I’m a better person for being allowed in.

We laugh and invent a new definition for LOL. Our version: Loud, Obnoxious, Loving.

I’ve spent an hour in the eye of a beauty salon storm. A great staging for the evening I’m now experiencing at home now with my own utilization of the new definition of LOL.

Per Homyra’s counsel to the world, she leaves us with this:

“Live each day to the fullest. No regrets, life is short. Do things that excite you and try something scary'”

Words that in closing our chat, Homyra says, “I’m doing my best to live by my council.”

Hey check this out, my daughter just came into the room, kisses me on the head, and says, “Daddy, dinner is ready.”

Guess the storm has cleared.

FYI: I finished writing this entry hours ago. Had to take my family up on the dinner time. And yes, my girls are sound asleep.

Talk tomorrow friends!


Homyra sends me one of her favorite photos.

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 34: Live, Life, Laughter

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Tonight I spend the evening with my daughter. We decide to take a 365 drive, not thinking of any route, just seeing who we run into.

We stop here and there to chat with a few people. Great conversations of community and purpose, but none are willing to step in front of the camera. Still, they express their interest in the project and give my the high-five to keep going. Encouragement is always welcome, so readers, please comment.

With over a month of 365 behind me, I’ve met some very interesting people. Yet, with eleven months to go, I’m not even close to completion.

You need to know that your feedback and referrals are so important to not only the 365 mission, but literally to my moral. Please don’t be shy, subscribe and give feedback.

Tonight we have been driving endlessly, looping through the Valley. Feeling a little road weary, we settle to rest at Woodland Hills Park.

As my daughter and I stroll through the park, I notice she is starting to buy into the spirit of 365. It’s really sweet being by her side, and her influence is guiding me at this point of the day.

She contributes with comments like, “Daddy, I’m not feeling that we should shoot the soccer players, how about trying to meet the people in the office?” Very in-tune and observant ideas for an 8-year old. I really love this kid. She is my hero.

I’m not going to lie to you. Even with the passion I have for 365, at times I do get stressed with it, and I’m feeling it this night. We’ve been roaming for over two hours, searching for approachable friends.

I can’t help but to think to myself, “what damage am I putting on my family, spending so much of our personal time with this project?”

Luckily, I have their blessing. Plus, I have to say, this project truly is maturing my family. I’m sure we’ll touch more on that topic as the year progresses.

So here I am, daughter in hand, wandering through Woodland Hills Park. I’m tired and getting a bit blurry eyed, when she sights a family sitting at a barely lit table, dimmed by lights blocked by surrounding trees.

Remember, her first words this evening as we entered the park are primarily a do not list. So when she turns to me and says, “I’ve got a good feeling, how about taking pictures of them?” I have to listen.

I confess, my first instinct is to not bother them. Something creepy about walking up out of the darkness of the trees, asking, “can I take your photo?” But there is no way I’m going to burst my daughters bubble. She is really wanting to contribute.

Respectfully I approach them, daughter by my side, hoping my first impression will be appreciated as the non-confrontational family man that I am. We begin a light conversation, and it’s then that I discover just how stressed I am from 33 days of 365 pressure, and just how in tune my lovely daughter is.

The second I extend the 365 invite to our new friends; Hope, June and their children, all eyes light up with enthusiasm… mixed with a touch of embarrassment. I assure them of my intent, give them an iPad tour of past blog entries and we are on the same page.

What we encounter is a most pleasant neighborly visit with two of the most down to earth people. It’s like family time at the park with new friends. My daughter is happily playing with their four children; Hope’s daughter (age 7) and son (age 9) and June’s daughter (age 7) and son (age 9). My kid fits right in at age 8.

I am overwhelmed by their grace and hospitality, even to the point of June buying me a bottle of water. Not something many of us would consider doing for an absolute stranger. It is at that moment I realize the reason I’m supposed to be here. I’m needing to give myself permission to back of a touch and smell the roses. Not only in relaxing my 365 intensity, but in life.

They speak with an appreciate the simple things of life perspective. Hearing it prompts me to consider my attitude in all that I do.

It is so easy to get so caught up in our successes, and even our failures, that we stop considering the most basic priorities. June and Hope radiate a quality of peaceful optimism. And the simple gesture of cold water to my daughter and I solidify our respect for their example.

We discuss work histories, stresses to successes, concluding that the glass is always at least half full. Looking at the smiles on their faces as we talk. I’m sure both of these special ladies hold this point-of-view close in their hearts.

Family first and friendship is the undertone I pick up as Hope tells me of her family dreams and support of June’s talents.

I’m told that June is a high honors college graduate with incredible artistic talent. June blushes as we go on to talk about her specialty, ceramics. I extend the offer to publish her artwork on this blog and look forward to her taking me up on the offer. Her dream being to one day have a gallery exhibition. If any of you out there are interested in seeing her ceramics, let me know?  I’m sure would love the affirmation.

They leave us with this advice.

“Don’t stress on wanting too much. Life is not about accumulating material possessions. It’s more about being grateful for what you have”

It’s almost midnight, time to stop writing and decompress.

Until Tomorrow.

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 33: “Get Off Your Butt and Exercise!”

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It’s been an incredibly long day. Rise early, shoot SCE campaign, wrap day and the return last of unused supplies.

This evening I’m traveling with my friend, and crew member, Danny. Having finalized the unpacking of a rented van, we set path for home.

As we drive, Danny, knowing of my 365 projects, says! “Look there is someone riding a bike.”

My first reaction is to decline the sighting, leaning on my third commandment of 365, “Thou shalt not chase someone down!” I’ll tell you some other time of commandment one and two.

Ah! what the heck here they are now. Commandment one, “never bother a person while they are eating!” Commandment two, “do not approach someone at work if it looks like they will lose their job!”

Back to the story. A beat passes; seeing no other photo option on the horizons, the hour getting very late and with empty streets all around, I relent to my first instinct and loop around the block to investigate.

Picture us, two tired looking guys, in a cargo van, traveling a conservative middle class suburban neighborhood late in the evening. Somewhat suspect, isn’t it?

Of course it is. We look just like an abduction team. I’m preparing for a night of utter rejection, at least as long as we are in this ride.

On the horizon we spot our target. One man, one bike, two dogs and one very dark street. I slow the van to a mere roll and match his pace. The window down, I call out, “excuse me” expecting a strong, get lost!

I introduce myself, Danny and 365. As expected, he questions my intent and requests to see the blog. Thank you technology, I can answer right on the spot.

iPad in tow, I accommodate his request. Five minute later we are deep in conversation and again I find myself in the right place at the right time.

Please say hello to Mario and his two walking buddies, dogs Trojan (named after the horse, not the condoms) and Punky.

The street is extremely dark and we chat by light provided by Chevy. Mario has a rich history of overcoming life’s obstacles and proves to be yet another testament to life rebuilt.

A changed man, Mario holds no shame in sharing with us the fact that he is a past criminal, completing his parole in 2006. He states, “I’m keeping my head straight and never want to lose my freedom again.”

We find this out when Danny asks him, “what was your first thought when we drove up?” He answers, “I did not know if you were law enforcement. I have a criminal record.” What impresses me is the respect in his tone regarding the law. Very humble, accepting and peacefully confident. I see a man of experience, with no chip on his shoulder at all. Better than many I know with the cleanest of history.

He speaks with a profound and open countenance and we find out that his life is completely committed to helping others. Be it through his growing physical training business, Corona Workouts, (after all, a man has to make a living) or through the volunteer service he provides in sharing his story with local organizations and schools. He talks as a banner citizen, with enthusiasm for his future.

Both Danny and I are struck by the physical fitness of Mario as he reflects on his outlook regarding health.

“Physical exercise is the key to happiness, and those missing out on it are setting themselves up for problems.”

He goes on, “Too many people rely on drugs and fad diets, rather than just practicing good nutrition and physical activity,”

“Did you know, 2/3’s of all Americans are overweight,” a frightening fact, and one that motivates Mario to build his business.

He shares the importance of good food and balanced activity, and follows a one with nature point of view. So much so, that his life dream is to own an organic farm, where he can not only produce the finest of product, but educate the public in healthy living practices.

I am impressed with his perspective and example of a life turned. Mario is proof of the power of physical training and positive mind-set.

He leaves us with a few challenges and promises:

One (simple and to the point)
“Get off your butt and exercise!”

Two
“If you stay in shape, I promise good things will happen!” And he can back it up with his story.

Three:
“Keep your mind open!”

and Four (my favorite)
“Talk to your neighbors!”

Mario, Thanks for talking to us tonight!

Now I’m off to do my sit-ups!

Readers, get down and give me ten!

Talk tomorrow!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 32: “Every Person Is A Reflection”

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They say it take twenty-one days for something to become a habit. I propose it takes thirty-two days for something to become a magnet.

Tomorrow I shoot an SCE campaign. After one week away I had a lot of catch-up to do. My producer was out with a killer migraine, leaving a bunch of pre-shoot details in my hands. No worries, I’m more concerned about him than my day’s list of objectives. And knowing that things always work out, I roll-up my sleeves, readjust my schedule of priorities and hit the road.

First stop, Enterprise Rent a Car for a cargo van; it’s not ready – one hour behind. Second destination, tech check; traffic delays on way to location – one and a half hours behind. Third task, off to pick-up expendables – two hours down and not even to my list yet.

Here is the blessing. I walk into Out-of-Frame, a great little resource shop and the only place I can find the gatorboard we need for tomorrow’s shoot.

I’m greeted by Marie, one of the business owners. You guessed it… my intuition asks me to invite her to 365.

There is an instant connection, and not to be unkind to my producer (at home with a terrible headache), I am thankful to be picking-up the slack of his absence. He was meant to have the day off and I am certain I am in the right place at the right time.

Marie is a vibrant, intelligent businesswoman, with a past of building successful businesses. Well traveled and cultured, she is a breath of fresh air in an industry that can be hurried and impersonal.

The photo we take is a true reflection of her presence. It is not forced, rather, a picture of her as she is during our conversation.

We talk of human nature, yoga and share our thoughts of the world around us. I know, sounds metaphysical. I promise we are not “out there.” But on that note, Marie made an incredibly profound statement, “Every person is a reflection of who you are. We are all mirrors, and those you see are reflections of yourself.”

I know, a very heavy statement. My interpretation… We put ourselves in situations to be of influence to others (whether we choose to or not), and at many time are attracted to people, places, things and experiences that are reflective of our mental and spiritual self. Sort of a “what you see is what you get” theory. Adjusted the statement to, “what you do is who you are,” leads to, “who you are is who you’re with,” back to, “who you’re with is what you do.” Kind of deep… isn’t it!?

Take it our leave it, that’s how my mind works… and if you want to roll with my blog, you might just have to patronize me a little as you come on board.

An easier way to look at the above statements is this common phrase, “water somehow seems to seek its own level.” Kind of sums it up.

We have a great discussion. One that I know was supposed to happen and a testimony builder of the power of the 365 mission.

I’m certain I was directed to meet Marie.

There are so many wonderful people around us. I’m learning to not take anyone at face value. To literally step out of my comfort zone and be open in reaching out. It gets dicey at times, and more doors are slammed in my face than opened. Countless rejections followed by amazing 365 acceptances.

And all those who have stepped on board have made me a better person. I hope you as well.

My encounter with Marie was not by chance, I am sure of that. Michaelbrent (my producer), feel better my good friend, and thank you for giving me this day. Your absence has allowed me the opportunity to meet Marie, and I’m positive the encounter was meant to be in this blog.

A magnet philosophy is developing in my life. Good attracts good, and we must do all the good we can.

All I know is I can’t stop the momentum of 365. It’s part of me now, a moving train that I cannot stop and I’m just holing on for the ride.

The fact is, I am absolutely clueless as to where the journey is taking us. Yet there is a peace inside of me that tells me, it will be to a good place.

Hey! Did I say, Marie is a really smart business person and world traveler? Well, she is! And she has truthfully earned her badges through her faith, courage and one of the most optimistic perspectives I’ve found.

Marie, Thanks for coming on board. I wish you every success in the businesses you are building and sincerely give you a thumbs-up for your travel dreams. Mahalo Nui Loa (bear with me, I’m still coming down off my Hawaii high).

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 31: Introducing Dr. D

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Hawaii flight on ground and legs back on Los Angeles soil, I take the Flyaway bus to Van Nuys. My usual airport strategy for getting home quickly… or so it usually goes.

As tonight has it, I wait 1 1/2 hours at the airport (suck), am rejected by all the people I approach, and share a 30 minutes bus excursion with equally interested people. “No worries, go with the flow,” I tell myself. “The right person will emerge at the right time.”

They say timing is everything and tonight proves the theory true. I’ve arrived at the bus terminal, a little late, but finally home. My wife and daughter pull up to grab me. I tell them I have not yet photographed my 365 friend. Off goes the car, and I’m firmly instructed to do something about it. Got to love a supportive family. We’ll see how they feel at 60 days, but I’ll count my blessings while I have them.

Here I am, Ucayali bearing dad (the gift I bought for my daughter) under arm, toting more equipment cases than a touring rock star. There is no way for me to get my gear to the car on my own. And now on my own (thank to the smiling harassment of my (now driving around the pick up zone) family, I enlist the aid of skycap Dartanian.

As I strike a conversation with him, I do notice his polite attitude and work ethic, but think not of approaching him. One of my rules is to not bother people at work, and it’s seems he is on shift.

I thank him for his service, tip the usual tip, $10 (2.50 per bag), hope you use the same math, and as he turns to walk away, off goes the 365 voice saying, “photograph him!” I self argue it, “he’s working, buses are still coming in, let him do his job.” But as the voice get louder, I submit to its influence.

I lay out the project, without hesitation he is in, his shift just ending. No joke, I did not question his schedule. It’s weird, after unsuccessfully approaching people all through this evening, in the blink of a second I’m in the right place with the right person. Somehow the voice knew he was ending his work day.

Looking back on all my 365 rejections today, even a harsh out of my face, straight forward “NO!” on the bus, I can identify with the feeling of those moments. All were lacking the 365 voice that I am experiencing now. It’ a super subtle prompting, and one that I am still working to understand.

Dartanian is very comfortable in front of the camera and we quickly get a few great portraits. My family is now settled in the car, and although completely behind the project, they are fading fast. Both Dartainal and I realize we are loosing them, as my wife’s heavy eyes begin to drop as she and my daughter wait patiently in the car.

I am impressed with his concern and ask what is he studying. He tells me, “I’m in my senior year, studying psychology at Cal State Northridge;” and that he plans to go into family counseling.” Perhaps we are a case study for him. He also tells me, “he is minoring in women’s anatomy.” Hey, give him a break, he’s a senior in college after all.

At 12pm, we sit for a few final questions. His message:

Life is good! Man! we keep hearing this, don’t we?

Tomorrow, I’m back at home. We’ll see who we meet.

Later Gators!

SideWalk Ghosts / My Homage to The Men and Women of JPAC

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I’m flying back from my Hawaiian journey. October 9th, 2011, exactly one month since the beginning of 365. Sitting in flight, reviewing the impact this trip has had on me, as well as my days working with JPAC (Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command), I find myself meditative once again.

The week fresh in my mind, I feel it a responsibility to share my new findings with you. The entry may be long, possibly with no photos. So, I’ll do my best to make it interesting and insightful.

My ego is checked at the door, my intent is to not focus on myself, but rather to thumbnail the depth of those I have associated with this week.

Definitely, I am expressing my feelings on the experience, how else can I write an honest account of my emotions. I invite you to internalize my writings as you may, and as you do, please give consideration to the source, the honorable men and women of JCAP.

After five days of instructing them, I walk away a better human being. Not exactly what I pre-envisioned my personal outcome would be from my prepared workshop. One point I can truly state, “my artistic outlook has matured, and I pray that the JPAC team is feeling the same.”

If you are a regular reader of my blog, maybe you are getting a better sense for who I am as an artist, or maybe not. For those of you here for the first time, welcome.

But, whatever the case, I’m taking the chance to let you into my mind. My rantings are ever evolving. Some in-depth, others brief. I do however insure you of one thing, they are heartfelt.

My challenge to you is to do the same. Evolve, find your creative point of view and let it drive you forward. Listen to your life experience, it is the internal dialogue that directs you to see the world in a very personal way, and a powerful tool to self-expression.

Creativity is a journey, a mission of sorts. And for me, one that has been fired up by the week past.

Yes, “365,” and even “The Seven Project.” are jump starts to a fresh perspective I’m developing, and true, after 30 years I am finally discovering my creative self.

But, in humility, and if all things happen for a reason? It would be a great disservice to not acknowledge what I have gained through spending time with my new JPAC family.

Perhaps this is an uncomfortable read for you, perhaps not. I leave it in your hands to examine it in its fullest, or not. If it is too many words and not enough photos; easy breezy, simple skip over it. There will be many more 365 and other entries to come. And if by chance it strikes a nerve, please pass it on, After all, “we are all in this thing together.”

Character is the word that radiates in my mind when thinking of the individuals of JPAC. Who is the wiser, the teacher or the student? Many things lead me to believe I may have gotten the better deal. Time to get out of my head and share a random sampling of stories.

To protect the privacy of the individual, I will not give names or show photographs. I may in the future, but due to sensitive nature and licensing of the said photographs. I am not at leisure to publish the images. But the message stands strong.

Picture a unit of personalities, some passionate, others not. Charge them to think as a group with no option to choose who they will be working with or where they will go ( and many time they go to very difficult places).

Imagine being deployed with one weeks notice, alone, to destinations like Laos, where you are caught by life threatening flash flood, or day one of the tsunami aftermath in Japan, or sent deep in the jungles of Cambodia. Ask yourself to be self-sufficient for 45 to 60 days, working solo, at times in highly dangerous situations. Carry 50 plus pounds of equipment for miles, while constantly being pressed to see creatively and show compassion for the task at hand: Finding, documenting and bringing home the deceased and remains of those lost in action or killed by disaster. Tasks one might think not for the faint hearted, right?

In my preparation for JPAC I have been briefed and my objective is clear, “bring a workshop designed to train both technique, creative thinking and story telling.”

What I am not prepared for is the talent of the division. Work is shown to me, world-class imagery, unseen by the public. I meet a variety of image makers with one assigned goal, to make photographs and document life.

I critique scenes and hear stories that bring tears to my eyes. Exquisite, beautifully executed images like a photo of a child’s toy. The kind of image that wins heavy acknowledgement in publications the quality of Communication Arts.

As I’m giving my feedback to this image, the creator, tells me, “it’s a tribute to a tsunami victim.” With compassionate pause, she goes on, “four minutes before I took the photo, I assisted in recovering its deceased owner, a 4-year-old girl.” I critique her second image, an equally compelling image of a vintage photo sitting on a cracked surface. It’s a portrait of the child victims mother as a baby. I’m told, “another tribute to the girls parents, also lost in the tragedy” I’m telling you, I’ll never take what I do for granted again.”

Another photographer, brings me seemingly impossible photographs, an overhead view of jet fighter aircraft over Iraq. Produced at standards better than that of the highest priced auto shooters. His reasoning, “I love photography, I shoot anything.” The same man, shows me other images. He can shoot anything with signature style. I am not exaggerating, works better than masters the likes of Jay Miesel. With no desire for fame, no quest for riches, just a need to be a good father and able to spend his life making pictures.

It is absolutely impossible for me to wholly author what I experience this week. The stories I’ve shared are the smallest sampling to the dedication, compassion and commitment of JPAC.

My flight is getting ready to land now, I wish to write more.

My take away: Art for pure artistic intent is everlasting. Photos do change lives, and the time I have spent in Hawaii is changing my creative outlook.

For one week I hear of no self gain, no indulgent boasting, only desire to capture imagery. How can that not be motivating?

I’ve observed, acts of service and unity, regardless of vision or ability. A unit working mostly as a one. Sure there were a few wandering sheep, but non were sacrificed.

Sure, I counseled the group through moments of frustration with the work of others, ans was part in sharing times of great success. Non-the-less, I witness a onemanship that is inspiring, leading me to reexamine my perspectives on how I handle artistic competition.

JPAC, keep growing good friends! Thanks for inspiring us all!

By the way, WHY? WHAT IF? (inside joke)

SideWalk Ghosts5 / Interview 30: “Laughter Brings Happiness”

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Today marks my last evening in Hawaii and the official end to the workshop I’ve been sharing with JPAC all week. It’s been an amazing journey working with great and incredibly unique people, many of whom I am now proud to call true friends.

On this last day of Hawaii time, I steal the opportunity to sleep in a touch (8am). With a full nights sleep, I’m ready to make every effort in meeting a 365 friend before the sun sets. Yet there is one thing I have learned for certain, if I am not in the right place, at the right time and ignore listening to the 365 voice, no pictures can be taken. Sounds strange, but I’m telling you, there is something greater than myself directing me.

So needless to say, writing this entry at 1:45am, kind of lets you know that my opportunity did not happen with sun in the sky.

I gave up on the day idea after rejection upon rejection. And as the horizon turned black with night, I shifted gears and dined with one of my new photographer friends, Aaron, who stepped up to be my evening city guide. I have to put him on the spot for a moment in stating, he is an incredibly talented man with a photographic gift from above. So I found myself in good company this evening.

In his support of 365, he escorted me to a highly trafficked shopping and restaurant area, telling me there will be much to photograph. What an understatement. I experienced nothing short of a sensory overload as we passed through upper end areas as well as the darker streets of town.

It was a visual and audio feast, sounds cluttering my head as I studied the countless bodies and faces that whirled around us. It was a sensory overload. “Who do I approach? Will they accept me? How will I photograph them?”

I approached two french men who were checking out the local hookers. There was something a little dark about them, and I was drawn in. We chatted briefly, but the language barrier was far too deep to explain why I wanted to take their photo, let alone interview them. Plus, perhaps they did not want to be documented in their current activities. So, they decline, and as they did, my gut agreed and was somewhat relived. Perhaps my draw to them was their colorful tee-shirts and not the 365 spirit?

Aaron and I walked for another ten minutes when I once again feel the 365 pull. Walking three or four steps in front of us were two travelers, with rolling luggage in tow. We passed them and the “they are your new friends” pull is undeniable.

In a flash, I knew that was the moment, and with my usual hello’s, Akiko and Sayaka join 365.

Again there was a language barrier, Japanese and English. But the spirit was much different from that of our French contacts earlier in the evening.

This experience is peaceful, joyful and full of hope. Both Aaron and I are engaged by the warmth of our new friends, who are in Hawaii for only a few days, celebration the birthday of Akiko’s father.

It’s hard for me to put in words the impact of this encounter. And even though our conversation is struggled, there is a bond of understanding. An invisible statement that says, we are in this world together, no matter where we come from. A theme we have already heard from many of our other 365 friends.

We spent most of our meeting carefully listening to each other… not wanting to misinterpret our conversation.

Time was short, it was late and I wanted to let these two special ladies be on their way.

One statement stood out strong.

With reflective pause, Akiko gives us these words of Japanese wisdom:

“Laughter Brings Happiness”

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 29: Irina, “You Saved Me From Failure.”

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If you’ve been reading my blog, you know I’m in Hawaii on business this week. Last night, I ranted a little about being trapped in Hilton resort solitary confinement.

One would think that the smart side of me would have taken another journey away from Hawaiian Village. But leaning on the not so intelligent side of my brain, I decide to cruise the hotel grounds for a second time. A mostly terrible idea. Man! I’m self abusive.

3 hours down and I’ve not met a soul. Vacation culture is very interesting to study. So many people around, all of whom are either not wanting to be approached or obviously hiding behind a facade character, playing an away from home fantasy.

It’s late in the evening and thus far, not a hope in sight of anyone to photograph. I’ve circled the resort so many times that I’m feeling management will soon post signs saying, “Radstone path, this way.”

Feet are barking! I’m starting to get discouraged! Is this the night that I fail in my mission to meet a new friend?

With feelings of defeat brewing in my heart, I reluctantly set a final path towards my room, already mentally working out an apologetic entry for day 29 blog entry. I’ve almost composed my tribute to failure in my mind, when absolute sunshine appears before me.

Closing a clothing stand, I see Irina. There is something about her that draws my attention. A special glow that I am starting to recognize as Aloha. The still small voice engages, “Introduce yourself to her, she is special.” When it speaks, I listen.

I walk up, bleed my heart regarding the frustration of the last 3 hours wandering and invite her to be tonight’s 365 friend. She smiles with a touch of embarrassment and delicately volunteers to be part of the project.

She locks up her kiosk and we sit for a most pleasant conversation.

Born in Russia, Irina speaks with a clear and passionate dialect. There is a certain comfort that comes from speaking with her. A feeling that I am starting to recognize emanating from all those living on the island.

The only way to define it is, “love of life, nature and fellow-man.” It’s infectious and I am growing to love it.

As we chat, my regret for staying at the hotel grounds quickly turns to gratitude in meeting Irina. Her peaceful spirit is captivating.

It’s been a long day and I can tell we are both fighting to keep focus. With the evening nearly over, both of us admittedly tiered, I ask my final questions.

Accompanied by warmth, laughter and youthful wisdom, Irina shares these closing statements as we call it a night.

“Don’t look back, always look forward.” Great council from a young soul.

“Enjoy the process, not the result.” One more gem of philosophy.

In parting, I double-check to see if there is anything else she wants to leave for you, my readers.

In the spirit that has so smitten me for 20 minutes of chatting Irina says one last note:

“Dreams do come true in Hawaii!”

Irina,

Mahalo Nui Loa

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 28: For The Love Of The Islands

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Tonight my faith in humanity is strengthened. There is no need to talk to heavily of the day. You’ve heard enough of my whereabouts this week.

Need only to make one personal statement: “I have to get out of this hotel to meet some other people!”

New friends of the week, know that there is nothing against you. It’s just the resort walls are creeping in on me and I have to find some open air. I’m grateful for your fellowship and trust, you have expanded my horizons. But to be fair to diversity and to the 365 mission, I must reach out beyond the walls of Hilton Hawaiian Village in finding other perspectives.

That said, I need to tell you about a chance meeting this evening, so say aloha to Nathan.

There are just too many levels of amazing about this articulate, intelligent and humble dude. He and I bump into each other as I chat with the managers of a hostel I have wandered into just up the street from where I am staying. I’m originally smitten by its slightly dark and intimidating facade, a wonderful contrast to the overly groomed grounds now 6 days common to me.

Twenty minutes into conversation with the proprietors, when accompanied by a friend, up walks Nathan. Sincere Aloha’s are exchanged and I’m welcomed as if I am native Hawaiian, hug and all. I’m blown away by this gesture, realizing that this moment is meant to be. Wait till you see just how small the world is.

Immediately a warm conversation begins. Twenty more minutes pass and every nerve in my body tells me here is the man of the evening. I break away from our topic and show him 365 on my iPad. He more than graciously agrees to be today’s friend.

What sealed the deal? Last week one of my new 365 friends turns out to be one of Nathans cousins. I’m almost knocked off my feet (see Jonathan in 365 Day 21 / We’re All In This Life Together). Makes sense, Nathan has a huge family.

Fifteen brothers and sisters to be exact. All true Hawaiians, literally birthed in their home – island style. He speaks lovingly of his relationship with the old country, sharing with me his stories of  Hawaii, all the way back to where he was born; Laie, Oahu.

Still hung up on the sheer size of his family, I can’t help to ask if his mother is still living? With the smile of a well cared for child, he answers, “Oh Yeah, a happy 76.” He tells me of how she kept the house in order and was no push over. “A strong island woman,” he says.

Carrying on the legacy of his mothers upbringing, Nathan proudly tells me of his two children, one of which is on a full scholarship to USC. That in itself is reason for celebration.

We talk of the times he lived on the Main Land: California, New Orleans, Washington and Las Vegas working in the hospitality industry. All of which left him reflecting on Hawaii.

“I’m a country boy,” he tells me. Followed by a heartfelt and touching story. An experience that happened after years away. Hopefully I can give it the justice the story deserves.

He arrives home, feels the air, smells the earth and sees the land he has missed. As he exits the plane, a fellow traveler throws a cigarette butt to the ground and stamps it out.

I know this sounds hoaky, but I’m looking into his eyes and know his love for the land is real.

He tells me of his bending to pick it up, grasping not only the discarded remnant of inconsideration, but a handful of the soil he was raised on.

The earth falls between his fingers. He tells me at that moment, He knew he was home!

I think I’m starting to understand the full meaning of Aloha.

I ask my final questions.

Where do you see yourself in ten years?

The basic answer, owning a market selling only Hawaiian products.

There is more to the answer though. He goes on to express the importance of developing local agriculture, and the lands that are not fully used to their best advantage. He also speaks of the need for conservation on the islands. His dream is that his market can be part of not only stimulating the local economy, but also brings awareness of the bountiful resources that Hawaii provides.

I really respect this guy.

And Finally, What would you like to share with my readers?

Come to Hawaii, Enjoy it for what it is, and please keep progress responsible.

Readers. Please Listen.

Nathan,

Mahalo Nui Loa

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 27: It’s Hello To The World

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I have to admit, “tonight I’m waisted.” A week of long days is slowing me a little. 11:00pm and fighting to keep my eyes open. Since my arrival here 5 days ago, It’s been full throttle. Wake up at 5:45am, hit the pillow at 1:00am. You’ve got to allow me this moment of numbness, so please forgive my lethargic point-of-view as I start this entry. Weak, I know, but honest.

The drill sergeant on my shoulder kicks in, shouting! “Radstone, enough already, quit whining. You’re making me want to yak. Man up mister! You’re working with the military, show some respect, get off your butt, leave the refuge of your hotel room and go find a new friend.”

I’m sobered, 26 days into 365, not near long enough to have earned any pity stripes. Time to lean on my own council and pay attention to the soapbox I’ve been sharing with the JPAC men and women all week: “No matter what you are shooting, good or bad, dull or exciting, it is your responsibility to view it as an opportunity for creative growth, or at least a vehicle to share a message.”

A quick self slap and off to the elevator I go. Surely, somewhere between floors is a new friend to be found. I find them quickly on floor 26, my floor.

We make eye contact, I pause, almost not introducing myself, when that gut thing boots up. It is rapidly becoming wholly evident, to the depths of my core, that I am growing as a human and artist.

In past, I probably would have passed at the introduction, choosing to silently nod or perhaps return a smile. Now however, that is less of an option. A decision driven not by mental choice, but a soulfully owned desire to learn the stories of everyone I encounter. Edgy to conservative, open to closed off.

Pandora’s box is open. It’s hello’s to the world as I navigate through it. And I want to understand whomever I meet.

With twenty-six 365 portraits behind me, I’m also learning to let go of technical compulsively in accepting, “not all of my photos need to be technically perfect, especially these ones.”

What is important, “can I form a trusting relationship with an absolute stranger, and capture a thumbnail of a person’s persona in a relatively short time?” To date, somewhere between 10 and 30 minutes.

To sum it up, at least for 365, “the story is greater than execution.”

Tonight’s story:
I’m in the elevator, floor 25, floor 24, floor 23, stomach telling me to speak to my descending neighbors. By floor 21 I can take it no longer, time to open my mouth. The doors open in the lobby and I have two new friends for the moment.

Meet Lisa and her husband Vinnie. By their names, I hope you can put two and two together in figuring out they are two great Italians, hailing from Minnesota. Reason for the Hawaii visit, “we come very often to visit our daughter, a nurse living on the islands.”

There is one thing you need to know about us Jews and the Italians, “we get along fabulously.” It’s that mama’s guilt syndrome. Here is how it works “what do you mean you’re full, you’ve barely touched your plate, you can eat more.” To that, add an ample amount of smothering and you know what binds us.

Lisa, Vinie and I sit for a few minutes and small talk. Their love for each other is infectious. It’s easy to see that they are a united couple. I ask, “what is the secret to a happy marriage?” Vinie replies, “Yes Dear.”

I share a humorously reactive expression, we all laugh and understand exactly what he is saying.

The phone rings. It’s their daughter. She is at the hotel driveway to pick them up. We share handshakes and information.

Vinnie, Lisa, hope we run into each other again.

Aloha my new friends!