Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
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Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.

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Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere. Young mother watches three children grow, and wonders: What will their lives be? Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Back out on the open plain, our bus hurtles toward the city. Smokestacks and temples rise up from the earth; two visions competing for the sky. The woman on my right holds a chicken in her lap; rural wealth for a city friend? On my left a Buddhist priest sits in quiet repose and presides over the world.
Morning city scene in Petaling Jaya. A 10 year old chinese boy and his grandmother. As they weave through the narrow sidewalk, taxis zip by, buses screech to a halt at stoplights, motorbikes wend their way through the stopped traffic, trying to get a head start when the light turns green. People in the informal businesses set up along the sidewalks call out greetings in a mix of Cantonese, Malay, and English. The sky, still soft with the remnants of dawn, and yet already heavy with humid heat, hinted at another sweltering afternoon ahead.
A street scene in a majority world city (perhaps the middle east or asia). A young man and his wife and 3 children walk away from the camera into this city, with all its history and culture. They're off to discover and learn about this new old world. The youngest child is in a pack on her back, and dad has a day pack. The kids are as excited as the parents. What will today hold?
Paint this scene: Singapore was like stepping into a dream for Siu-Zi. Everything was new—the clean streets, the orderly gardens, and the friendly smiles of strangers, things she had only ever seen on television. In a modest hotel near a bustling hawker centre, she discovered the tastes and smells of dishes that were both strange and delightful. For a few weeks, she and her family settled into a quiet rhythm. Siu- Zi made tentative friends at a local church, where she listened wide-eyed to stories of many other people who had traveled from far-off lands, seeking freedom and safety. Each tale, woven with hope and resilience, whispered promises of a safer, kinder world. They met missionaries there who said they had been praying for Siu-Zi and her family. Siu-Zi’s grandmother was very moved by their faithfulness, and father was overwhelmed by their gifts of clothing, so they would no longer look like Chinese refugees, but a proper Asian family on holiday, and enough money to continue their journey, a pre-arranged place to stay and a job to do when they got there. Every night, as the tropical rain tapped gently on the window, Ah Zi lay awake imagining a future free from fear—a future where her father’s faith could shine without the dark threat of government officers taking them away. In Singapore, she learned that sometimes, even in moments of deep loss and uncertainty, God has a mysterious way of planting new seeds of hope and renewing life.
In a restaurant we see a young couple facing the camera. The man is caucasian and she is Asian. She stands beside him as he sits on a restaurant chair. The chair is backwards, and his arms are folded on top of the chair's back. She has her right arm draped around his neck, as she holds her left hand out to display a brand new engagement ring. She is bending down and her head is next to his. They are very casual and both smiling. It looks like he might have just "popped the question!" This is the most wonderful day!
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
Paint this scene fo rme: Siu-Zi is 12 years old, and her father lovingly calls her Ah Zi, meaning “little seed.” She has always been a quiet, observant child. In the bustling streets of Guangzhou, where her early memories shimmered with bright festivals and quiet moments by the river, life had once seemed full of endless possibility. Until two years ago. She could still see vividly the day her Mother had come home early from her job. She was ill, and while Siu-Zi had seen her ill before, it had never been like this. She remembered with painful clarity the days and nights when her Mother, and then her Grandfather, had lay in bed, hardly moving, barely able to breathe. And then the terrible sadness of the day they were taken by the doctors – were they doctors? They seemed more like policemen in white uniforms! – to the hospital. Siu-Zi never saw either of them again. And it wasn’t just in her home, but in many homes in her part of the city, and then, she learned later, all over the country, something her Father called a pandemic was breaking up families, making mothers and fathers, and grandmothers and grandfathers, disappear. Siu-Zi and her Father were locked in their apartment for a very long time, unable to go outside. They scarcely had enough water to drink, and not nearly enough food to eat. After those terrible days, a deep, silent sorrow had settled over the family.
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
urban street with city activity
bustling city street panorama at dusk
Paint this scene fo rme: Siu-Zi and her Father were locked in their apartment for a very long time, unable to go outside. They scarcely had enough water to drink, and not nearly enough food to eat. After those terrible days, a deep, silent sorrow had settled over the family. Siu-Zi’s Father and Grandmother were now the adults in her life, and it seemed as if they were at a loss for what to do. Siu-Zi's Father was very unhappy, not only about the death of his wife and father-in-law, but also about the way the family had been treated by the government officials. Siu-Zi heard him talking to their neighbor in the hallway outside their apartment, and thought to herself that she had never before heard Father complain about anything. As they talked, two other neighbors came out of their apartments. The conversation became loud, and it seemed to Siu-Zi that everyone was very upset.
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
Paint this scene fo rme: Soon, Mr. Chen arranged for them to cross into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, the family and their companions boarded a small boat that carried them silently across the water. At about the halfway point they sailed into a thick bank of fog, so dark it felt as if they were inside a bottle of ink. Siu-Zi couldn’t even see her father’s face. A worry, and dark despair began to overwhelm her, she closed her eyes. Then, in the stillness of her own thoughts, as if on a movie screen, Siu-Zi saw a handsome, kind man in white dress. It was as if he was sitting outside the boat on top of the water. He sat there, smiling at Siu-Zi, keeping the same distance from them, outside the boat, and at length, he said, “It’s going to be alright, Siu-Zi. I’ll be here to protect you and no harm will come to you or your family anymore.” The next thing she knew, Siu-Zi’s father was shaking her awake, telling her that the crossing was over.
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
Nayoma washed his bowl and sat down in a meditative state. I’ll meditate first, then practice Bushin no Jutsu, then Body Flicker, then wall walking. After that, I’ll take a cold shower and sleep. He opened his eyes, jumped out of meditation, and formed the hand signs for Clone Jutsu. A puff of smoke appeared, and a clone popped up right in front of him. It wasn’t perfect — its earlobes were stretched oddly — but it was still a success. Well, not so perfect… but with time I’ll correct my mistakes. Hmn, I guess I really had it easier than Naruto. I’m sure even Kibe‑sensei couldn’t do this on his first try. The clone disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving Nayoma standing there, satisfied but already thinking about the next step.
urban street with city activity
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
a serene birch forest in soft morning light, no people, no text
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom with her two Asian (Chinese-looking) children are standing in front of a store. Mom is talking to the girl, who is making a fuss. She is unhappy about something, and crying. Her brother is looking on. Mom is about to say something.
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom and African-American Dad with their two Asian children are sitting at a sidewalk cafe. The mood is warm and safe. Everyone has a drink. Mom and Dad are talking to the boy, who is making a fuss. He is unhappy about something, and crying. His sister is looking on. Dad is about to say something.
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
In a restaurant we see a young couple facing the camera. She stands behind him as he sits on a restaurant chair. The chair is backwards, and his arms are folded on top of the chair's back. She has her arms around him with her hands in front of him. She is bending down and her head is next to his. A petite diamond ring graces the ring finger on her left hand. They are very casual and both smiling. It looks like he might have just "popped the question!" This is the most wonderful day!
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
an arch of white roses and eucalyptus in soft morning light, elegant vertical composition with open space, no text
a hot air balloon drifting over rolling flower fields on a sunny day, cheerful, no text
The scene is a rural mid-sized village in central Japan, sometime in the 19th or early 20th century. It's late afternoon, just before sunset, twilight, and the heat of the day has passed. This is Boy's Day, May 5th. Men and boys dressed in hakama, and women and girls in yukata and some in kimono are milling around in the street. Some are holding sparklers. Others are standing in groups talking proudly about the boys in their families. Prominently displayed above the buildings, on a high pole, about 20 "koi nobori" are flying in the evening breeze. "Koi nobori,” are large tubular kites made from silk and attached to high poles.  The kites are shaped something like a windsock, but are decorated as brightly colored koi fish, with the large end attached to the pole.  When the wind blows through the opening, decorated like the open mouth of the Koi, the fish looks like it is swimming, but not going anywhere. Boys are encouraged to look up and admire the fish on the pole for their strength and stamina. The scene is festive, but also very important.
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
urban street with city activity
Personal POV scene. Me and Jesus in the desert on a cool morning at daybreak walking toward a bright star. Jesus is wearing old clothes and carrying a satchel. I’m wearing old clothes and sandals just like Him. The air is cool and crisp. The sky is bright blue on the horizon with deep purple fading into black at the upper atmosphere. The air is crisp and clear. It’s like the desert in California looking east toward Arizona. There are desert hills on the north and south sides and mountains in the distance.
Ancient Jerusalem street scene during the feast of passover. A feeling of festivity. Pilgrims walking in the marketplace. Vendors in booths on both sides of the street. Bright spring day with good weather.