It was simply gorgeous with all of its blues vaulted above.  I’m especially pleased at how this long exposure shot turned out.  No tripod, and an absolute shot in the dark (questionable pun) as for how long to keep the stutter open on the yashica — looks like eight seconds was a close enough guess!

I have little to add or say here; just that once again developing a roll of film yesterday has taken me back in time [to the beach in Haiti].

Not to mention in the last few weeks he’s been a great entertaining distraction from the recent disaster in Haiti.  However, every single night he made a polite reminder to the situation and that what they do at the studio is just funny-business while there is a real world out there that is truly suffering, pointing viewers to stillerstong.org and hopeforhaitinow.org.

I’ve always loved this guy’s comedy and wit, along with his class and perspective on life that has become more and more apparent as his career continues in the public spotlight.  His farewell speech last night was no exception:

“All I ask of you is one thing: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism — it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere.  Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”

Also, watching them play out their last show with Free Bird, in pure performing joy, made me want to dust off that guitar in the corner of the room. There’s just something inherently fulfilling about creating music — if only there was time.

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December 29, 2009:

Unloading supplies at the General Hospital.

January 14, 2010:

General Hospital turned into a morgue

Staying aware with the news doesn’t seem to help either, getting only worse and worse, confirming our initial fears and gut reaction to the words “earthquake” and “haiti” in the same text message someone sent us Tuesday afternoon.  Death is everywhere.

Suffering and desperation are adding on too.  The bags of water we bought for 1 Haitian Gourde now cost 15.  People are willing to pull a knife on someone in order to get money to feed their family via the now expensive black market. Seeing this immediate need, Claudel decided to take that experience and be proactive in it — buying food this morning and giving it out to his neighbors.

Accepting our mortality leads to a more fulfilling life, but certainly doesn’t take away the sting of a void when others pass-on.  Frankly, we miss them on so many different levels.  And when an entire people are suffering, it’s not much different.  On a personal level, I try to celebrate and remember the positive attributes and qualities from before the now present depressing situation.

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Sigh, if only I could listen to my own words of encouragement better and “do whatever you feel you can or is appropriate — donate money to MSF or UNICEF, reach out to friends who are among the many waiting to contact their family, friends, and loved ones, or simply focus on our studies and work here so that we too can be better prepared to help when future disasters arise.“

I can only imagine the conditions the doctors, nurses, and staff are faced with now.  We met far too many of these incredible people, which we’d call “rock stars” for their intelligence and effort in the face of  the tough conditions they faced each and every day.  Meet just a few:

Supplies are low or non-existent, hours are long, and the need is great.  The recent natural disaster has surely overwhelmed the fragile health care system.  There is no ambulance service, fire department or disaster care that many of us are fortunate to have.  I saw one “ambulance” while there for two weeks, and it was a land cruiser from Doctors Without Borders.   Please consider donating to an NGO such as the IFRC, UNICEF, or MSF. They are already on location and will likely play a crucial role in the rapid response of days to come.

The adjustment didn’t take long though, as I soon shoveled out my driveway and de-iced my car for the drive to the family farm to see my newborn niece.  Also, back once again in Syracuse continuing with classes, study-breaks have a new element of adventure as Chaco pulls her foolish owner on skis.

No cameras are allowed as the center opens to the public for two hours each afternoon, not for tourism, but for help in giving the children something they desperately need, caring contact and attention.  Many, if not most suffered from reactive attachment disorder, couldn’t hold eye contact, etc.  It was striking and unforgettable.

As I approached Rose’s crib, she soon understood what was happening as I helped her to her feet — stretching out her arms.  Soon glued to my chest, she found the plastic flowers hanging from the ceiling to be hilarious as she reached for them, not wanting to let go.  Soon afterwards she was deep asleep, arms occasionally twitching.  And just like that we spent the next two hours, walking slowly around the floor and later finding out the true relief of sitting in a chair when holding a child.

Too soon it was time to leave and I foolishly imagined a perfected and supported transfer of the sleeping Rose back to her crib — such was not the case.  Not even an inch from my now sweated shirt, she awoke from her sleep and instantly cried.  Having no other choice, I had to leave her in her crib, taking only the solace that she had enough energy to muster up an loud and emotional wail.

I learned later that week from a spotty internet connection that on that same Monday my sister was holding a new baby girl of her own, Anya Elizabeth, and too feeling the rise and fall of an other’s chest while breathing.

Suddenly I wanted to be in more that one place at the same time.