People, people who need people.....
One of life's most interesting highlights is the blessing it is to get to know and appreciate other people. I have enjoyed watching people and their behaviours over the last week. I speak specifically of my colleagues. Whilst I don't resonate with all of them, I can see and understand why some of the things they do, are done. I enjoy all of what I am a part of, as it helps me appreciate everything so much more. I am in awe of the many aspects of our lives that make us different, yet seem to be avenues that actually help bind us together. I have recognised so many instances of late, where a sharing of lives and understanding of what we all feel, gives me a deeper appreciation of the often un-noticed elements that manifest upon us from major life experiences.
I feel to refrain from being specific, but suffice it to say, that I am grateful for life, for good friends, both past and present, and for the ability to learn one from one another. In the tail end of such an interesting exchange last evening, I was reminded of the song; "People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world"......
The more I live and see, the more I recognise that the measure of one's life will not be measured by what you own, or by how much you have at the end of the game. It will largely be measured by how many people feel touched or blessed that they had the chance to know you. I also marvel at the simple joys that come to each of us when we smile when we see others around us smile, or when we see a beautiful new child or pet puppy or kitten,or something sweet. To me, the strength of our existence will come from the memories of the sweet and happy times. I read recently that happy memories and images or photos can give us beautiful spring flowers in the autumn of our lives.
Sitting in the restaurant in South Bank, there was this American singer with a deep voice and musical bluesy style somewhat similar to Lou Rawls, or Satchmo. He was playing with a small ensemble and it was just wonderful. His name was Wiley Reed and I loved the music he sang of Hoagy Carmichael and the standards from the American songbook. I bought his CD and I was reminded of the many things that were happening at the same moment in time around and beyond me. I was conscious of Michael Buble playing in Sydney, the Waratahs losing in Rugby Union to the New Zealanders, and I am staying in a hotel where the Iraqi football (soccer) team is staying. The lobby each night is full with families, friends and supporters of the team. They are playing tonight against Australia, and I hope Australia win!
Here are a couple of pictures I did of an Indian family. I will be photographing Sharmani and her Mum in full indian Sari attire soon as well. This family was a warm and wonderful group of people who are special and whom it was an absolute pleasure to photograph.
I feel to refrain from being specific, but suffice it to say, that I am grateful for life, for good friends, both past and present, and for the ability to learn one from one another. In the tail end of such an interesting exchange last evening, I was reminded of the song; "People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world"......
The more I live and see, the more I recognise that the measure of one's life will not be measured by what you own, or by how much you have at the end of the game. It will largely be measured by how many people feel touched or blessed that they had the chance to know you. I also marvel at the simple joys that come to each of us when we smile when we see others around us smile, or when we see a beautiful new child or pet puppy or kitten,or something sweet. To me, the strength of our existence will come from the memories of the sweet and happy times. I read recently that happy memories and images or photos can give us beautiful spring flowers in the autumn of our lives.
Sitting in the restaurant in South Bank, there was this American singer with a deep voice and musical bluesy style somewhat similar to Lou Rawls, or Satchmo. He was playing with a small ensemble and it was just wonderful. His name was Wiley Reed and I loved the music he sang of Hoagy Carmichael and the standards from the American songbook. I bought his CD and I was reminded of the many things that were happening at the same moment in time around and beyond me. I was conscious of Michael Buble playing in Sydney, the Waratahs losing in Rugby Union to the New Zealanders, and I am staying in a hotel where the Iraqi football (soccer) team is staying. The lobby each night is full with families, friends and supporters of the team. They are playing tonight against Australia, and I hope Australia win!
Here are a couple of pictures I did of an Indian family. I will be photographing Sharmani and her Mum in full indian Sari attire soon as well. This family was a warm and wonderful group of people who are special and whom it was an absolute pleasure to photograph.
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Craig, I CANNOT wait to see the traditional ones of the mom and daughter! I will keep an eye out.