Merry Christmas

 

Viewing Immigration Through a New Lens

Nicolò Filippo Rosso and Jose Munian, City of Aylum, 4/15/2023

It's no secret that I highly rate brave, independent, and conscientious journalism. Saturday was an opportunity to see the works of a photographer firsthand.  Nicolò Filippo Rosso's works were presented in the format of a photodocumentary directed by Jose Muniain. This exhibition was focused on a project titled Exodus. Rosso's worked extensively in South, Central, and North America. He tells the story of mass migration and the ordeal tens of thousands of these underprivileged communities face. 

I found the pictures moving and the innovative narrative and sharp direction of Munian helped make the message more poignant. I could see among the audience, individuals who shared my sensation of grief and shock by watching this documentary. The story itself is a humanitarian crisis that has been poorly handled globally. But I want to pay tribute to Mr. Russo for the dedicated effort he has put in. That was an example of why in the free world, journalism is considered a key pillar for progress.

Pedram
4/15/2023

Cathedral of Learning

 1/5/22

Phipps Conservatory

11/21/2021

 

Night-Sight

 

2/26/2021

Schenley Park

9/22/2020

In a Stew

A piece of bread which tastes nonexistence.
Pic : James Nachteway/Magnum:Famine victims received rehydration salts and food from volunteer aid workers

Curse Life

I used to feel...

I used to sense what were

Inside of me

To feel waves of difference

Waves which brought me to live

I enjoyed this life in me

Breathing and feeling

Burning and suffocating

Didn't curse the hour

Which gave birth to me

Didn't curse another life

When bearing death inside

Now all things I do bear

Are all gone and free

This, myself...

Now fleeing around death

Cursing the hour

And another life...

Which whom I used to care

Now...

Watching myself

My own life

Fading to afar...

Listening these voices

And trying to tell them

That I will soon be gone

For me... what did you really gave... life.

image : Andre Kertesz Distortion 147, Paris 1933

Ian Curtis ( 1956 - 1980 )

Pearl Harbor Attack December 7,1941

Infamous Attack on Pearl Harbor

on december 7, 1941,USS Arizona is pictured in flames after the Japanses attack

Battleship USS West Virginia Begins

Torpedoed and bombed by the Japanese ,the battleship USS West Virginia begins to sink after suffering heavy damage (center),while the USS Maryland (Left),is still afloat in Pearl Harbor,Oahu,Hawaii

Wing of Japanese Bomber Shot Down on Grounds

...on the grounds of the Naval Hospital at Honolulu,Hawaii

Stationed on Hawaiian Island

Mass Lay After City Had Been Attacked

A mass of twisted metal lay along a Honolulu street

Shattered Wreckage of American Planes Bombed

...strewn on Hickam Field

Black Smoke Rises After They Had Been Bombed

Black smoke rises from the burning wrecks of several U.S. Navy battleships after they had been bombed during the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor

Speechless

i spent all the night watching this album,from United States Holocaust Memorial Museum Photo Archive

This one is taken by Hessisches Hauptstaatsarchi

The following note is tagged: 

"Women and children lost their lives as victims of mass executions. This photograph shows a mother and her two children, as well as several hundred others, just before the mass shooting at Lubny, Ukraine, on October 16, 1941. "

The brutal truth left me speechless;the image will deliver the desperate cry through halls of history.

Halt

To know all this ,
To feel apiece,
Thoro rare mist,

I am to suffer...

Do you calm this rankled growl?
Or let it get scavenged by brittle prowl?


I feel...too much
and act heartily
I deny myself
and call it compassion
That's how
I fall
Blind...Trepid




Streaks
To covet
All around me 
Jurisidction of lies
Crumbling holy radiant rune


Do you...?


Struggling all the time
Not a dram of relief
In my plight
Choking in acid morass,
Ignoring...forgetting
...My principles
One by One
Weakens...
...my hope
a rose weathers in bloom
That's how i catalyze my ruin


This relentless Fate
Keen to
Reap some lives undone,
Stun the other's crowned

Mental Dwarves ;
Sabotag me,
Sew my lips

Millions of aphis,
Suck the last of vitality,
From my veins


A congregation ,
Mask my aspiring soul...
With unsatiable instinct droll


Beyond  ignorant echoes
Evoked dormant minds
I face this bitter reality of my life
As the sole actor of a horror show
Entangled in web of the malicious ideas


Deus!
Do you
Sometimes
Cry for me ?


Pedram
June 2010

Finally...

After a frustrating night i felt the strenght to fulfil my long lasted desire.i bought a cam .after a period of searching finally i moved forward and i feel all right about it.knowing the limits i couldn't be idealistic specially this time of year with falsely inflated market .
My camera is:
Sony Cybershot DSC-W220
Effective pixels 12.1 mp
Optical Zoom *4
147 gr
LCD 2.7"
Internal Memory 15 MB
+2GB memory stick
and its black !

well i feel so excited right now !

Waves of Silent Ovation

Dark Demon Steals the  light
As my path turned dimmer
I began to slumber
to choose the wrong way


Everything's unfamiliar now




Signs used to glister
And ensure my heart
but now...




Foray of hopelessness
Mire of sorrow
A child  forgotten and torn
A rime left in ruin




Who
Seizes this day?
who 
Claims the stray?


A world 
left to be honored 
with miracles
Now faces the puke of buffoons




How 
I loath this searching beyond skies
A mound of Surmises 
Made by slack minds




Blotches on my hands
Days of utter labor
Acts of selflessness


These are the signs
I belive in
These are the signs
For the capricious grace


As demon
Steals the light


Pedram March 2010
ImaGE  :  Gelareh Haghighi

As You Pray For Me

And you pray

for me

to fall

to fail

big fish: hooked

Nemesis flourished inside

lonely child

gazing at the sky

as pure as snow

visions of innocence

turned black

as you prayed for me

Pedram 12 jan 2010

Photo : Maciej Tyszeck

They Watch With Close Eyes

Timeless,Ageless,Ethereal beauty

Bestow thy dark enchantment

Blissful death

So begins the autumn dance

I awaken thee

With my kiss

Shall they forever

Be one with me

Dream of me,my children

As I embrace thy sorrow

And take unto myself

Thy kiss

I awaken thee

Would they hold me as I wept?

Would they dry my endless tears?

Would they kiss me as I died?

Would they love as I am?

Words : Autmn Tears

Photo : Gelareh Haghighi

A Decision Finalized

It was tough making the decision but at last i made my mind last night.

i put the car in an auto repair shop; so i won't have it till wednesday at least.Apparently it is a heavy abominable burden for me;but i think it was the best choice right now

Buying a camera is halted due to this decisions;i have 21/2 days to see wether it's possible to buy a camera or not.

simple plan

I have severe plan to buy a camera

it's my main target to end my holidays

My Ricoh served well but its time to find sth new,easier to handle...

unfortunately my mobile phone camera is also out of order since July,i also have difficulties connecting my phone to my pc,the sofware doesnt operate properly,i've lost alot of valuable pictures of last winter and spring.

Besides i feel a go inside about photogtraphy,i feel now i'm the man who distingushes moments deserve to be freezed in

anyway the problem is i have to idea about the brands(thinking about Canon primarily) but i realy lack knowledge and i couldnt find a useful source to observe compatible to Iran's market.

Probably i will face false prices and i need a guide to work that out.

The Orphans of Piety

Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity

the orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame

a truth to believe a thirst for reprieve

our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers

we burn with the sins of our fathers

These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name

Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety

We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand

Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs

Of Ave Maria's from wombs of the one I have wandered each day

From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face

I have seen your shadow where I stand

words : Minsk

Photo : Gelareh Haghighi