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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!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 26: In Tribute to Men of Honor

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Tonight I shake hand’s with men of honor. A great and uplifting way to bring a very long day to a close.

The working day behind us, my good friend Thiep and I walk into Schooner’s for a dinner conversation. It’s a cool little restaurant just outside of Pearl Harbor. We walk in and I can not ignore the presence of two tables happily playing dominos. At table one sits a group of men, and, at table two sits there life’s sweethearts. We’ll get to their story in a moment.

Let’s talk about Thiep and the other amazing people he works with for a bit. Thiep is an extremely humble man of great depth. At only 29 he has seen parts of the world and experienced situations that would put many of us in state of paralysis.

While we dine, he shares accounts of his travels around the globe working with JPAC. Every time I chat with him and those he serves with, my respect for exactly what JPAC does grows monumentally.

One thing you need to know about this division of photographers, selected from all branches of the military. They are tireless, committed and compassionate to their mission: Finding and bringing home the remains of our missing-in-action war hero’s, all of whom honorably gave their lives for the countries that they so dearly loved.

This week I’ve had the absolute honor and privilege to present a workshop to the group. It’s been an awesome experience training them, learning of exactly what they do and plain right getting to know them on an individual basis.

In a nutshell, they pretty much sacrifice time with family, safety, and at times their art in giving service to the many families haunted by lack of knowing exactly what happened to their lost loved ones are.

Please, take a moment of silence to bless the efforts of this special group and the families around the globe who are still seeking the answer, “where is my lost family.” Our prayers are with you.

Now what about the domino player’s?

I’m hoping that by the age, smiles and hats, You can figure out their history……..

If you’re guessing war veterans, ding! ding! ding! Here is a little math, 5 men, combined years of service to their nation? Over 100 years. Makes you think about the works of our servicemen and woman, and appreciate what we have, doesn’t it?

Walking up to their table, I give my usual 365 pitch, and all are smiles of acceptance, yet they break no stride in playing their game. And in a gesture to them, I decide to not get overly technical and simply grab a couple quick snap shots of them in action. However, they did work with me a little in providing a few direct at the camera expressions. What can I say? I’m somewhat charming.

With loyalty to the 365 project, there is no way I can walk away from the table without at least asking a couple of questions.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?” I ask.

With rolls of laughter, they all point up to the sky.

“What would like to share with my readers?” I question.

Got to love these men!

Several Answers:
1) Enjoy life (starting to become a very common through line to 365)
2) The secret to a long life… “Keep Breathing.”
3) Get out and serve!
4) Jump off you Ass and onto an Elephant. They wink at me (a subliminal thing).

Conversation pleasantly over, I salute and retreat to my ride back to the hotel.

Trivia:
One of our new friends is a member of SAG (Screen Actors Guild), has appeared in multiple commercials and appearances, and is requested around the globe to play one of our most cherished holiday figures. Can you guess who the character is?

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 25: Travel Photos Anyone?

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Tonight finds me beach combing once again. The sun dropping out of the sky like a bullet. I feel a twinge of concern slowly falling upon me, thinking it will be a shame to miss a Hawaiian sunset portrait.
Having just returned from the workshop I am teaching this week, I’m still dressed in my nice clothes. Feet are killing me, but a pause to change them could risk missing the descending light.

As I progress along the beach side path, it’s a mystery to me why everyone I approach says, “no thanks,” merely at the sight of me. They offer me no chance to open my mouth in explanation of my presence.

For a moment it dawns on me that perhaps there is an association forming linking me to the “naked analyst” shoot yesterday. Maybe there are enough people so offended by him, that my temporary community is now rejecting me? Man that would bite!

I question if my choice in photographing my under-dressed comrade was a wise one. That thought raises my blood to boil; thinking, “Heck to them! He is an interesting guy with a personal mission; it was my photo-journalistic responsibility to photograph him.”

Now resolved to relocate myself, I redirect my course towards the sanctuary of my hotel room to regroup in licking my wounds or rejection. Past the $25 hamburger, beyond the $22 egg roll, my plight is accepted. The beach patrons hate me. And you know what? “I’m a grown man, I can live with that.”

Esteem regained and almost to my room, I’m hit by a bolt of mind lightning. The green beach shirt I so proudly wear is almost identical to that worn by many of the resort employees. Crud! I’m now a hospitality photographer. What a turn in serendipity. No wonder the world is running from me. It sees me coming, camera in arm looking like a $30 to $50 room charge. Quick! Run! Hide!

Simple fix. I reverse my hat, return to the scene of my first rejection to give it one last college try. I guess people see me as ghetto or something and stop fearing me. Funny how the slightest change in appearance can project a completely different intent.

I make eye contact with a very cute family of three siblings taking snap shots of each other. I offer to take a photo of all of them with their camera.

We strike up a conversation, and they even remember seeing “naked analyst” the day before. More evidence that I am not loathed in these parts. Feeling relieved, I invite them to be tonight’s 365 friends. Two of the three agree.

In Hawaii for the first time celebrating their father’s 60th birthday, say “hi” to my new Korean friends Ju Young and her brother Fong Duk.

I’m telling you (and you most likely see it in their portrait), these two are having the time of their life.

They speak of Hawaiian fun days and are full of energy. I can’t help but be smitten by their colorful spirits.

Guys, a blast photographing you. Thanks for not running from me. Mahalo!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 24: The Naked Systems Analyst

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This has been quiet a day. Now 11:41pm and finally getting to post my entry. So much today to share, but I’m sure you’re most curious about today’s 365 friend. So tonight, I give you a reprieve from the Radstone day history. Let’s jump right in! Introducing today’s 365 friend.

The set up:
Unbelievable. I actually find a couple of hours to relax poolside. Have a few nice chats, and in small talk with many I notice a through-line of conversation – one that is slowly building momentum, not only poolside, but as I find out speaking in with the girl at Starbucks, has reached deep into the resort’s culture.

It’s a set of questions regarding a regular visitor to the hotels beach. Who is the g-stringed man? And in it there is much speculation: Could he be from France? I think he talks to himself, watch out! He’s a porn star?!

I’m compelled; there is no way I can pass up on meeting the man of such controversy. And being no subscriber to gossip or speculation, the only answer for me is to go directly to the source. And that’s exactly what I did.

Give your warmest regards to Ray, the man of mystery. Turns out he is a very charming and confident nudist – at least as nude as he can be at a public beach. I catch up with him as he humorously poses for a photo-op with another not-so-shy Hawaii visitor. I can tell at that moment Ray does not take life too seriously. He is allowing said visitor to have a photo taken with her hand on his… let’s just say, lower rear region.

The lady is eating it up. She leaves, huge smile on face. Without pause, female two stands-in while her chuckling husband takes snapshot. Another memory for a lighthearted vacationer.

In both cases, he thanks them with the kindness and grace of an ambassador.

Surly he will allow me to take his photo. I step up and invite him to 365.

It doesn’t take any convincing to get our less than speedo covered celebrity to buy-in. I’m serious about the “celeb” status, he is the talk of Hawaiian Village today. With humility, backed by a sincere and heartfelt laugh, he offers all the time I need for a photo and interview. After all, a little extra exposure, no pun intended, is always helpful. And Ray is down for the fun and publicity.

Lets talk about back story, later his backside.
Would you believe it if I tell you, Ray is from New Jersey, possesses a Master’s Degree in electrical engineering and has recently retired from a high position within Northrup Grumman, exiting a successful career as a Computer Systems Analyst? Probably not at first glance.

I know, kind of hard to reflect at questions like that with the view he is providing.

But, never-the-less, this lightly dressed guy is no fool. Truly quite the opposite; an articulate, educated man, living life to the maximum degree.

There is no chip on his shoulder regarding his outlook on life; even if he had one, where would he hide it?

He shares his love of Hawaii, stating, “I will never leave this place,. It’s an endless party.” A claim I’ve now heard made by many of the beach regulars. I give him the credit to own the statement. He trusts me with a few life details, which I keep concealed in respect to him. Details that give him the credentials to graduate to the status of having boast his party rights. The man definitely has earned his flying wings.

There is no malice in his intent and the purpose of his actions is to simply entertain. From what I see he is doing no harm.

To support this statement, even though I do hear of a few hotel patrons complaining of his presence, I witness a greater outreach of those with more playful and appreciative comments about Ray. Like I said earlier, many people posing with him for memories to take home and share. Hat’s off to your courage my new friend. You’re putting smiles on peoples faces.

My eyes are opened as I learn this is Ray’s modest beach attire. He’s much more comfortable at the local nude beaches. “It’s only been a few weeks since I’ve been coming to this beach for reasons of self-promotion,” he says.” Promote what?” I ask. His new hobby-career: Nude Fitness Model (I’m loving this fitness spin).

I’m 50 and this guy has inspired me back to sit-ups and the bench press. (Wish I had his abs). Well, maybe ten more doughnuts and I’ll be there. I think not.

OK! I know! I Promised backside! with Ray’s blessings, “here ya go.”

His closing statement:

“If it’s nude? I’ll be there!”

Ray, thanks for the memories!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 22 The Future Is In Their Hands vrs. No Rest For The Weary

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Meet Brandon and Aaron

I remain true to my enthusiasm to the 365; however, tonight I admit, I’m ready to have this evening’s entry done. The tired is setting in.

Tomorrow an 8am flight awaits me, traveling to a five-day workshop I’m presenting in Hawaii. My wife and daughter continue to be very supportive and patient. Three weeks into 365 thus far and not one night have I gone to sleep with my wife or read to my little girl.

Here I am, typing this entry, while at Menchie’s frozen yogurt with my wife and daughter. It’s date night and we are on 365. My wife is being drafted into taking my photo while I am creating this entry. She asks me to smile for her, but I am a bit too focused. I roll my upper lip a little, smile, then back to focused thought. I’m really hard to photograph when I’m in a typing mood. Hope Terri can get the shot she wants. If not I’ll post whatever she gets.

Even though I’m feeling Friday exhaustion, I’m very much loving 365 and all the people I’m meeting, but the fact is, for three weeks now I’ve been navigating on 5 hours of sleep a day. I’d be a liar if I didn’t say it’s getting to me a tad. With no shame I can say, “although very rewarding, I’m a little tired and ready to focus on my family.”

We are enjoying our evening out. Yet home is calling, reaching out as if a person. Saying, “come to me, it’s time to relax with your family.”

Mind is telling me, “take advantage of where we are, and include the family in making a quick photo of the two enthusiastic young men who greeted us into the store. This is sure to be quick and easy.

We let them see the 365 blog on the iPad. They happily buy in. We all agree we will wait for the store to slow down. Not a very lucid thought.

The place is endless business. Yeah! A seemingly quick shoot idea evolves into a 1-hour wait. Not all that bad, a family time of sorts, we are a little punch drunk, my daughter contributes to the ambiance with a silent pass of wind, letting us know we are in for a long night.

Oh! Wait, the crowd has thinned, need to grab my photo ops. To keep this entry moving I’m handing my iPad of to my wife. She’ll keep tonight moving. Off I go!

OK, Richard is taking photos and hands me the iPads – tells me I can write anything I want.  Really? Well, OK, two things.

First, I must say, these two boys working here at Menchie’s tonight are two of the best employees I have seen in a long, long time. Here’s my husband trying to get their portrait, and even though they are into it they never loose focus on their job. Every person who walks throughout the door gets a resounding, “Welcome to Menchie’s!” They are super attentive and friendly with the customers, and keep a fun attitude.  As I write, I hear a customer telling them that they are a lot of fun (I told you.) The minute the crowd dies down they are cleaning the machines and restocking. I see these kids going places in life. Parents, be proud!

Second, I’m trying to encourage my dear hubby that it might be a nice change to get a full night of sleep by going out in search of his 365 subjects in the MORNING or perhaps during the afternoon. He keeps telling me he will, just as soon as he gets through this week (I’ve been hearing that answer for a few weeks now and here we are at Menchie’s at 10pm. did I mention we have an eight year old?)

It’s me again, got a few fun photos. Really like these boys.

They are too busy for a full interview. I follow them as they work and manage to get them to answer our two general questions.

QUESTION ONE:
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

ANSWERS:

Brandon – Owning my own restaurant, or at least leading a corporation.

He already proven his ability with the operating of a home-made beef jerky business he created while in high school. He talks of quality control, consistent product and profits. His next step is finishing his degree in business administration. This young man is going places.

Aaron – To be big in the electronic music industry. Tells me he is into the lifestyle and digs how complex, detailed it is. He goes on to tell me it requires critical thinking.

I ask him if he is a critical thinker, he replies, “at least I like to think so.” Got to love his response!

QUESTION TWO:
What would you like to share with my readers?

ANSWERS:

Brandon – Hard work, ethics, and morality pays off. And remember to always have fun.

Aaron – Don’t take life too seriously. Have fun. Enjoy it while you can. Keep what you want to do in the back of your mind. Don’t feel pressure to rush in being independent. You have time before you have to pay bills.

Readers, its 11:25pm. I still need to import my photos. Enough writing for now.

I’ll see you tomorrow, it will be day one of nine days of entries from the big island.

By the way, I did get that time with my family. One hour to be exact. It’s 1:10am now, finally ready to press publish. So much for that relaxing early evening, but they still love me.

I’ll be up at 4am to begin my commute to the airport. With even less sleep building up, curious to see what we come up with tomorrow.

ALOHA!

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 21: “We’re All In This Life Together”

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Hit the local shopping mall tonight. Never again! Takes me 30 minutes to walk there. And the place is filled with conservative shoppers. Not to say I’m bagging on conservatism, or that they would not be interesting to photograph. It’s just nothing is grabbing me at the gut.

But, I’m here. It’s a new experience in discomfort, and 9pm is rapidly approaching. I admit, late evening shoots are starting to wear on me a bit. There is a general rule beginning to emerge for me, “most often, work to get a shot in-the-can no later than nine.” Leaves enough time to write an entry before the bewitching hour of twelve o’clock.

Plus, with an hour and a half of mall time already committed, I am determined to meet a new 365 friend. Here! Now!

Yet even with my stubborn commitment to shopping center pain, I’ve reach my breaking point. I need to get out of here! One more lap around level two and I’m going to jump over the railing! Anything to break the monotony and plea for excitement. I’m telling you, never again to a mall for 365.

This place is a maze. Ah! Exit in site; route fixed for the freedom of the empty streets. I don’t care if I have to shoot at 11pm tonight, just let me out of this place!

Almost to the door and I come across a different type of mall goer. A group of edgy late banger looking dudes, chilling, standing in a circle. At first I question approaching them. But as I walk past I can’t ignore overhearing their conversation as they show their tats. Their words are aggressive and loud. Quite the contrast to the overall shopping center vibe of canned music. My intuition is nagging at me, telling me to find out more. And after 90 minutes of conservative shoppers, this group does stand out.

I stop and talk with them. We spend about ten minutes getting comfortable with each other. Not all of them are interested in being photographed, but all are willing to hang for the ride. We walk the mall and find an open spot to take photographs. Three of them volunteer and step up to be photographed.

Readers, shake hands with Jose, Franke and Jonathan. Needing no direction, and enjoying the curious looks of the girls passing by (who are these guys being photographed?), they independently pose for the camera.

Only 4 frames in, mall cop comes out of nowhere and shuts us down. Torques us all. We’re not a commercial shoot, just a couple of people taking a few harmless snap shots. Still, he is adamant; time to wrap. We sort of comply. It’s not worth turning into a big deal. I already feel I have a frame.

Notice I say, “sort of comply.” My gang friends can’t hold back, giving him a few choice words of wisdom as he departs. I don’t buy into the exchange, but they tell me they’ve got my back. I appreciate that.

Accepting that our interview has been cut short, we share departing hand shakes. I’m accused of having a weak one and get schooled in the proper three-part handshake, correct grips, pressure and all. I’m instructed: not too tight or loose, gentle, like you care.

No worries in regards to mall cop’s total annihilation of our shoot and breaking us up; nothing can stop us from becoming new in-the-moment friends.

My walk away? “Don’t let first impression overly affect you.” Even though these kids carry a tough facade, I find them warm, welcoming and genuine personalities.

I’m sure they have their impressions of me too.

365 Day Conclusion: “We’re all in this life together!”

SideWalk Ghosts / Interview 20: “Canadians are a lot like Americans”

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“How did you get out,” I ask.
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“Simply,” he says, “with a gun and not a passport.”
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20 days in, I’m on a high. There is a reason greater than myself propelling me through this self-challenge. It’s taking hold of me.

I leave my house at 6:30pm, carrying the usual 30 pounds of gear: lenses, flash, iPad and all the accessories needed to be completely mobile. The bag is heavy and gets heavier with extended walks, but after tonight’s experience, it will forever be lighter than air.

My path begins on Sherman Way once again. At first I feel it is a cop out; questioning, “will this get boring with too much time in my area?” Not 5 minutes away, encouragement presents itself.  I pass a very interesting Pilipino chap. Beautiful tats on arms and body. We hit it off.

Quickly I find out he is a tattoo artist… explains the amazing artwork on his body. All looks good to go, he is the man for tonight.

Thinking I’ve found a golden interview, disappointment strikes hard when my new friend is literally swept off by his impatient ride. Total down turn, I am right in the middle of prepping the camera and off he goes.

Best thing to do is just take the hit and move on. No harm done. There is a philosophy that moves me forward tonight, “if it is meant to be, it will be.”

You’ll see how real this perspective becomes in tonight’s entry.

I pack my gear, lift the 30 pounds onto my back and it’s happy trails again. 30 minutes pass and the cyber cafe strikes my attention. I even pass it, but a bit of self-nagging reverses my stride, challenging me to re-examine the joint.

I stroll through the cafe. The second I enter a feeling of isolation sets in. All around were people intensely focused on displays of vibrant color, action and sound (I have to assume sound, for everyone is wearing headsets). The whole vibe turns me off, and no one can peel they’re eyes off the screens. I move on.

With a rapid exit I continue my journey. 45 minutes down, Canoga High School to the right of me, I remember a good friend of mine is coaching his son’s football team there.

Feels like a good place to prospect. Photograph a parent or something? 10 more minute and I’m standing on the field next to my good friend coach Troy.

I rest my shoulder of my camera load and scan the field for faces of interest. No, not the dude with the goofy hat. Pass on the high-shorted cheer coach. No way to the businessman buried in the cell phone. Wow! I thought this place would be full of people.

My decision; “settle in, don’t wander and let whoever you will be meeting come into focus.” 20 minutes… gone, nothing; 30 minutes… still dry waters, and hope not gone, I keep lookout.

40 yards down field I see John, 79 years of Croatian wisdom.

He comes right out of the gates telling me he is a Pancreatic Cancer survivor. My knees buckle. This is now very personal, the reason I’m supposed to be hear with John, you see, is my father died in just 6 weeks after being diagnosed with the disease. And every since then, I view the sickness as hopeless.

That’s a whole topic in itself. One that I am still dealing with in my lack of respect for many of the health care options available to our senior citizens: Another blog, another story.

John heals part of me, the faith that others can survive Pancreatic Cancer. And, due to family history, I’m in the high percentile at risk.

John, Croatian name, Ivica Vukovic, credits a miraculous healing to a special tea, not to modern medicine (taheeboteaclub.com). After a very aggressive 6½-hour procedure to remove the affected tissue around his Pancreas, the doctors gave him 2 months max. He lifts his shirt to show me his 12inch scar to prove it.

All options off the table, except one, this special tea, known for its healing properties is recommended by his son. Ignoring the doctor’s predictions, John promptly began drinking it. 13 years later, he is still here to watch his grandson practice football.

This heavy accented glowing human being has pulled at my heartstrings. His positive energy is duly noted by the line of passer by’s who harass him and share friendly gestures while we are taking photos. “Hey John, have him photograph me, I’m much more handsome,” “So now your famous?”  “Looking good John!” Seems everyone on the field knows him.

We talk of his escape from Croatia during the Yugoslavian occupation. “What a blemish in human history.” He does not even break a sweat, and I know he has seen things too dark for many to discuss. John just keeps smiling and gives me advise on making my wife happy.

I can’t let go of wanting to know more about his exit of Croatia. “How did you get out,” I ask. “Simply,” he says, “with a gun and not a passport.” I pause to reflect on that one.

He describes his path: Trains to a few stops within the boarders of Austria and Germany, then footpaths over the boarders (what he doesn’t share is how heavily they are patrolled). Credit to our German friends; they accepted John, his wife and 6-year-old son into the country.

Once in Germany, he is screened for one year and finally gets his papers to exit the country. It takes that much time to confirm that he has no criminal background or other unsavory past. I’m sure he’s lost his gun by this time.

With papers in hand, he moves his family to Toronto Canada, 13 years later to California. Here’s his claim, “best place on earth to live, anywhere between Santa Barbara and San Diego, I’m a California Boy!”

He returns to his suggestions for good husbandry. Catches me by surprise when he shares little bedroom council. Hey, he has been successfully married for 58 years, survived a terrible war, and is still in love with his sweetheart. Got to listen to everything he has to say. John, much appreciated.

In closing, I ask him our two standing questions.

One:
Where do you see yourself in 10 years (he look great, he’ll be here)?

Response:
The tone shifts to humble concern for his grandson, “I fear we are in store for another World War.” Very dark, I know. But it would be unfair of me not to share his concern.

Two:
What words would you like to share with those who read this blog?

Response:
He has quite a few, I’ll list them.
• He Quotes Mark 12:31 – “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
• “Everybody can run, only one can be first, but the last across the finish really is the one who wins the greatest prize.”
• “Canadians are a lot like Americans”
• “Pray often for yourself, your family and your country.”
• “I love Sports.” He shares a couple things on this topic (Sub-listed below).
• “Go to events to have fun, not to go crazy for your team to win.”
• “Enjoy the people and the excitement of the big stadiums and places.”
• “My Favorite Teams: Football – Manchester, Hockey – Philadelphia Fliers, American Football – New England Patriots.”

Detective Update:
Tonight I had dinner at Lemon Grass. Looks like Otto may be the delivery driver. I’ll keep you posted. Hey it’s LA, everyone is an actor?! (365 Day 11 / I’ll Take the Lab – Otto Style).

FORGIVE ME. I BROKE MY UNDER 1000 WORD RULE TONIGHT – I HOPE YOU SEE WHY.