
September 2013
This photo is a response to Good Morning!, the Wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge theme this week.
"There is some good in this world…and it's worth fighting for." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

This photo is a response to Good Morning!, the Wordpress Weekly Photo Challenge theme this week.

I took this photo last week in the Kathmandu Valley, near the village of Palubari, in Nepal. The monsoon season has just ended in Nepal, so the colors of the vegetation are especially vibrant right now. And the people of Nepal are always vibrant, both in their personalities and their dress.
Palubari took its name for the ginger that was once grown here, but this area in the eastern end of the Kathmandu Valley is fertile enough to grow rice, maize (corn), wheat, potatoes and many other vegetable crops.
The corn crops have been harvested already, the cobs and kernels drying in the sun along the roads that run through the valley.

Now the rice crop must be brought in. All the harvesting is done by hand (you can see the scythe in the hand of the woman in the first picture). It is hard, labor intensive work and it must all be done before the major festivals next month of Dashain and Tihar.
This post is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated.




This post is a response to the theme “Sea”. Follow the link to see more entries in the Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea.

When I travel to other countries, I find that I am almost always on hyper-alert lookout for the interesting, the beautiful, the unique, the historical. Sadly, it is not always so in my own country. I can walk past a masterpiece a dozen times without truly seeing it. Take, for example, Washington Square Park. I’ve been to Washington Square Park dozens of times, but it wasn’t until this very week that I stopped and looked and truly saw the beauty in the Washington Arch.
It was a beautiful summer evening this past Wednesday, the city just beginning to breathe easy again after long hot spell. The park, green and shady under the towering old elms and sycamores, seemed especially cool and refreshing as I hurried past along Washington Square North. There’s a fountain at the heart of the park, and its dancing water was catching the rays of the setting sun. The cheerful sound of splashing water mingled with joyful shouts of children in the nearby play area.
Maybe it was those co-mingled sounds, filtering down through all the other sounds of traffic and people and city, that caught my attention as I hurried from West Village to East. Whatever it was, something made me stop and turn just past Fifth Avenue. Looking back, I pulled out my phone and caught the above view of the Washington Arch. For which, I am eternally grateful.
With no people in the photo, the Washington Arch seems almost timeless. It made me think of all the millions of humans who have spent time on this small patch of island – and curious to learn its history. It turns out that, as with so many places in our world, the history of Washington Square Park contains a human rights narrative. Native Americans lived here in the early 17th century before the Dutch attacked them and drove them out. The Dutch farmed the land, on both sides of the brook called Minetta that once ran through area. Later, the Dutch gave the land to freed slaves to create a kind of human buffer zone between the Native Americans and the white colonial settlements. The area that is now Washington Square Park was in possession of African-Americans from 1643-1664; at the time, it was called “The Land of the Blacks”. (See the New-York Historical Society of Manhattan for more history of slavery in New York.)
It remained farmland until 1797, when the Common Council of New York purchased some of the farmland (which was still outside city limits) for a new potter’s field to bury unknown or indigent persons. Most of those who died from yellow fever during New York’s epidemics of the early 19th century were also buried here. The public cemetery was closed in 1825 and the City bought the rest of the land shortly after, turning the area into a military parade grounds. To this day, the remains of more than 20,000 bodies rest under Washington Square Park.
By the time the City reworked the parade grounds into a park in 1849-1850, the streets around the park had already become one of New York’s most desirable residential areas. The park underwent several improvements, including the addition of the first fountain in 1852. To celebrate the centennial of George Washington‘s inauguration as president of the United States in 1889, a large plaster and wood Memorial Arch was erected over Fifth Avenue just north of the park. It proved so popular that a permanent arch, designed by architect Stanford White, was commissioned. Made of Tuckahoe marble and modeled after the Arc de Triomphe, this is the Washington Arch that I know today. It was dedicated 1895. In 1918, two statues of George Washington were added. You see one of them – George Washington At War – in my photo.
Washington Square Park has also been the site of countless protests, testaments to the right of freedom of assembly and expression. The first labor march in New York took place there in 1834 when stonecutters protested New York University’s decision to use cheap prison labor from Sing Sing instead of professional stonecutters to build a university building along the park. In 1912, approximately 20,000 workers (including 5,000 women) marched to the park to commemorate the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, which had killed 146 workers the year before. By some reports, more than 25,000 people marched on the park demanding women’s suffrage in 1915. Beginning around the end of World War II, the park became a gathering area for the Beat generation, folk, and Hippie movements. On April 9, 1961, about 500 folk musicians and supporters gathered in the park and sang songs without a permit, then held a procession from the park beginning at the Washington Arch. The New York Police Department Riot Squad, sent in response to this “Beatnik Riot”, attacked civilians with billy clubs and arrested ten people.
And yes, even the tireless human rights advocate Eleanor Roosevelt has a connection to the area. Around the time that she was helping to draft the Universal Declaration for Human Rights, she was a resident of Washington Square Park West.
Like so many others, I was just passing by Washington Square Park on a recent evening past. But I’m glad I took the time to stop and look. And to learn.
The inscription on the Washington Arch reads:
Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God. — Washington
For more information about Washington Square Park:
City of New York Parks & Recreation
This post is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece. See more entries here.




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One year ago today, I stepped off the ferry from Athens to spend a long weekend on the island of Hydra with my parents, brother and sister-in-law. No kids, no work – it was a true escape! Yδρα, pronounced [ˈiðra] in modern Greek) is one of the Saronic Islands of Greece, located in the Aegean Sea between the Saronic Gulf and the Argolic Gulf. It is separated from the Peloponnese by narrow strip of water. It’s an easy ferry ride, only a couple of hours from Athens. The island has a storied maritime tradition and became a center of power and wealth in the 18th century due to the shipping industry. Hydra played a major role in the Greek Revolution against the Ottoman Empire in 1821.

There is one main town, known simply as Hydra Port, with a population just shy of 2,000. Tourists generally arrive by cruise ship, ferry or yacht. Most only come for the day and don’t venture far from the shops and restaurants on the harbor.

Steep stone streets lead up and outwards from the harbor area. Most of the local residences on the island are located on these streets.

I was told that the only motorized vehicle on the island is the town’s garbage truck.Instead of cars, the locals use donkeys. My parents spotted donkeys hauling everything from a refrigerator to a coffin. (This guy was eating his lunch.)
There are many churches and monasteries on Hydra. Unfortunately, I visited a few weeks too late to celebrate the Greek Orthodox Easter. I loved the colors on this little church, which I could see from the window of the house we stayed in.
I thought perhaps that the island was named after the Hydra in Greek myths, the gigantic monster with nine heads that grew back when you cut them off. The destruction of Hydra was one of the 12 Labors of Hercules, but it turns out that it has no relation to the island. In ancient times, the island was known as Hydrea (Υδρέα, derived from the Greek word for “water”), which was a reference to the springs on the island. Ironically, the springs have dried up and water now arrives by ship to supplement the rainfall captured in cisterns.
Hydra is knownfor its windmills.
Hydra is also known for its large population of feral cats.
A point of pride, I presume!
One thing that Hydra is not known for is its beaches. The travel sites all say there is only one decent beach on the island. While it’s true that the beaches are rocky, it also means that the water is crystalline; snorkeling is fantastic on Hydra! Just a few yards from shore, the ground drops away dramatically and you can see amazing fish, sea urchins, and other sea creatures.

This post is a response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape. Read more entries here!
(I also wrote a post about human rights in Greece. Check it out! The Other Greek Crisis: Xenophobia and Mass Detention.
Some of my more colorful Weekly Photo Challenge posts:
Weekly Photo Challenge: Color in the Kathmandu Valley
Weekly Photo Challenge: Geometry/γεωμετρία

Deciding on a photo for this week’s Photo Challenge theme COLOR was a real challenge. Nepal is one place where, in my experience, color continually surprises. Nepalis often clothe themselves in bright colors, which continually provides the eye with pops of unexpected color. Color in the Kathmandu Valley particularly surprises because of the tremendous contrast between the duns and browns of polluted, urban Kathmandu and the bright, rich colors of the surrounding countryside. Sometimes you see things better – appreciate things more – through contrast. Today I’m sharing a gallery of photos, taken in Kathmandu and the Kathmandu Valley, that show the contrast of color. Enjoy!
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