Jerome Petteys

Justice Conference in Portland

2012-02-29T16:45:00.002-08:00

Months ago I was asked to attend the Justice Conference in Portland, Oregon by the mission team at my church. When they first asked, I perused the website and figured that it wasn’t for me. The speakers seemed to be activists and social workers and I figured it would be a crowd of organizations on their soapboxes. However, when I was approached again to reconsider, I took a look again at the venue and decided that maybe God was nudging me to go.

Indeed I did go. Some of my reservations were valid, but I came away with the question of how I can be a doer of Jesus’ call to give to the poor. What does it truly mean to: “Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will not be exhausted, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Luke 12:33-34).

My mind is still reeling from this past weekend, which is good. I think my heart has been yearning to be stretched to capacity. “We cannot fix the world through justice, but we can change it,” said Pastor Ken Wystma. I would add that that is true only through the grace that Jesus brings.

There were two speakers that really resonated with me. The first being a gentleman named Walter Brueggemann, an American Protestant Old Testament scholar and theologian. He was a bit lofty, but I appreciated his scholarly approach to validate the need to participate—both as a giver and a receiver of Christ’s justice. Karen Spears Zacharias explained him well when she penned that his “hands grasped the air, as if he was about to throttle his own thought. He animatedly explained that compassion, rightly-defined and rightly lived-out, should create an emotional upheaval in our gut.”

She went on to write: We should have our guts stirred by the injustices of this world,” Brueggemann said. “This is not right. It cannot sustain us and it must be changed.”

The vulnerable were mesmerized by Jesus and the power establishment resented him because of that.

“Jesus was a huge threat to the status quo,” Brueggemann said. “And the followers of Jesus are always a huge threat to the status quo when they carry out justice.”

The Spirit really moved in me when Francis Chan spoke. I really appreciated his anointed ability to wrap up the weekend in a parenthetic way.

The conference was predominantly Christian. However, there seemed to be times when Jesus, the author of justice, was implied but not mentioned. So I was happy to hear Francis reiterate the name of Jesus over and over again in rapid succession.

The weekend was pretty much consumed with the conference. However, I did spend some time in the evenings with my camera to take some shots of Portland.

Past Travels

2012-02-17T16:59:00.000-08:00

I was going through some old family travels and go a kick out of the designs and prices.

Superbowl Weekend

2012-02-05T23:15:00.000-08:00

I was able to get out and enjoy the gift of somewhat warm weather, at least for this time of year. I was able to get out for a ten-mile run yesterday across the Narrows Bridge and through Gig Harbor. On the way back, I saw at least nine seals floating below sunning themselves. I only wished I had my camera with meI caught up with my work and was able to get out and take some pictures. Here is the result.

January Snow

2012-01-22T19:33:00.000-08:00

This past week we received around 7 inches of snow on Wednesday. By Thursday morning freezing rain turned everything into a popsicle.It was fun for a couple of days--by Friday, it was getting old. Fortunately it warmed up on Friday and turned to rain. I was grateful to be able to run again.However, on Wednesday I snapped on my x-country skis and took a 7-mile trip to Fircrest and back, dodging the few brave soles who felt the need to drive somewhere. I also got out on Thursday to take some abstract shots of some of the frozen plants around my yard.

Happy 120th Birthday!

2012-01-05T23:14:00.000-08:00

Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday. It's incredible for me to think that she would be that old. Geesh, she was born in the 1800's. I like to look at all of the pictures she had accumulated over the years, and were handed down from my great-grandparents. A few years ago I was able to travel around the country to see some of the grave sites of some of my past relatives.

These are a few pictures from my grandmother's mother's family. Folks who were born prior to 1885. My grandma was usually pretty good about labeling photos. However, these all have the same name written on the back, Louise Honert. Honert was my great-grandmother's maiden name.

Portrait Studios of the Past

2012-01-04T23:56:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow my grandmother would have been 120 years old. Thanks to her, we have a wealth of photographs from the olden days. I scanned these tonight from the back of photos of family and friends on her mother's side. Her mother's name was Lizzie Honert (of German descent) and resided in the Dunkirk/Fredonia area of New York state. Tomorrow I hope to share some of the photos.

I've always been intrigued with old etchings and black & white art. These remind me of the art I find in the collection of old National Geographic magazines, also from my grandmother's collection. I'm amazed at the detail and creative design going on in these. The brown paper bag I found these in was labeled with my grandma's handwriting Pictures of the 1880's. Notice the great border treatments and font styles.

Olympia - December 30, 2011

2011-12-31T20:29:00.000-08:00

Business led me to Olympia yesterday. What a great day for a drive. Not many people were on the roads due to the New Year's holiday and vitamin D was in the air.

I like visiting the our capitol city. It's a pretty small-town, and I like how manageable it is to get around.

After tending to business, I thought I would walk around the waterfront. I met a new friend, Mark, who was feeding the local seagulls. I was intrigued by the attention he was attracting and the enthusiasm he shared. I inched closer taking candid shots with my camera. Soon he realised he was my focal point and offered to prompt me when he would throw the next clump of bread crumbs. After his supply of bread ran out, we joined in conversation.

I learned that he is a frequent feeder for these birds and that it's the highlight of his day as he travels between volunteer jobs of washing dishes at a local establishment and another job of which I can't remember the details. He said he feeds them at least twice a day. The birds know it time to eat when Mark rings the bell on his bike.

Marks initial comment to me was of thanks for not being mean to him. Apparently not many folks approve of his interest in feeding the local gulls. He says that people don't like the bird's digestive tactics. According to Mark, "they are going to do it anyway, whether he feeds them or not." I tend to agree. I thought that it's a small price to pay once you see how much enjoyment and purpose the activity brings to Mark. I got to thinking that I would have to be a small person (in character) to snatch Mark's moment feeding the birds.

I learned that Mark has a brain condition (I didn't inquire further on specifics) that affects his memory. He asked many questions about me, but mentioned that he may not remember me the next time we meet. However, he had a good grasp on past trends and trivia-type information from the 70's.

I will be returning to Olympia next week. I hope to see him again feeding the birds.

Fall Shots

2011-11-12T21:51:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I went for a run on the trails at Point Defiance. It's one of my favorite things to do. Naturally I waited until the weather had turned the trails to a multitude of puddles hidden by huge freshly fallen maple leaves.

Actually, I like running the trails during inclement weather. Once I reach the actual "point," the wind can just howl through the trees and take my breath away. I especially like it when the clouds are so low that they hang out with the trees and make an eerie atmosphere. They sort of did that today. However, the wind got the better of them.

Yep, it was a typical rainy and windy fall afternoon. I say typical, but so far we've had pretty good weather this fall season. So much so that the fall colors have been really outstanding. I took a few pictures over the last two weeks that don't really do justice to the actual thing, but it gives you the idea.

Lost and Found - eBook Cover Design

2011-10-20T20:35:00.000-07:00

A good friend of mine entrusted in me to design an eBook cover for him. The book is called Lost and Found. It's about a friendship born of monsters, comics, candy, and kinship, Joe and Pino are trying to keep their heart of adventure from being eviscerated by the surreal and frightening maw that is junior high school.

Into their lives are thrust two girls, sarcastic, Jean, feisty with a cutting wit and Val, a nearly six foot teenager whose height is only less towering than her intellect.

While exploring the complex sewer chambers under their town, they discover that the legend that has been haunting their town for two decades has a name. And as they begin to unravel the whys of stolen mail, disappearing sons, and banshee cries, their own lives are threatened. But it is their compassion, as well as their wits, that forge them through fear and the unknown, opening up the chambers of a long mystery that threatens to split apart their hometown.

Ripe with humor, action and heart, Lost & Found reminds us of what it truly means to come home.

Oahu, Hawaii

2011-10-19T21:20:00.000-07:00

I had the priviledge to travel to Oahu for the Iolani Invitational with the Curtis X-Country team as an assistant coach. We had a blast. We stayed on the eastern side of the island in a house on Waimanalo Beach. What a fantastic spot!

Our first order of business after securing our rental vans was to go for a run, which ended in a swim in the ocean beind our house. No need for a shower. Especially when the humid climate defeated the purpose.

Despite how tired we were on our first morning, we all were up to see the sunrise. Not standard proceedure for high school, but it was worth the effort. Especially to be in the water before the sun rose and have the water temperature be as balmy as the air temp. What's up with that?

The wind was always blowing, which made sleeping a breeze. It was nice to be able to open the windows and hear the ocean and wind lull me to sleep each night.

All-in-all it was a fun to spend a day enjoying our beachfront location, running a race in a dramatic mountainous location, and an afternoon in Honolulu along Waikiki.

A nice end to an October day

2011-10-15T21:01:00.000-07:00

Bucharest, Romainia

2011-09-05T13:07:00.000-07:00

Sunday, July 17, 2011

I had a decent night’s rest—not void of periods of restless waking. I guess that’s my norm of sleep even at home.

Crystal, Travis and I met at 9:30 in the dining room for breakfast. If it was up to Travis and I, we would have been up and out earlier to take every advantage of seeing Bucharest. However, in hindsight, Crystal was wise to give us time to rest. Plus, Ella wasn’t to arrive until around 11:00 with a taxi to take us to the Palace of the Parliament, or to what most Romanian’s refer to as the People’s House — built in the 1980s during the reign of Communist dictator Nicolae Ceaușescu.

We arrived at the Palace around noon. Because it was Sunday, there was a crowd waiting to tour this huge building. Iulian had reserved a 1:00 guided tour, which apparently meant nothing. We were told that there would be a wait, but the time frame was a bit vague. Thankfully Ella was with us to interpret. I had voiced some concern that I didn’t want to spend my only day in Bucharest in line to visit a building. So, as a result, the decision rested on me as to whether we would take the tour. Well, I’m not too keen on making decisions that affect more than one person — so after some minor stress, I decided we would wait it out.

It was a good choice. As it turned out, the wait was manageable and the tour was time well spent. I can’t remember all that was told to us during the tour, so here are some details according to Wikipedia (thank goodness for cut-and-paste):

The Palace measures 270 m (890 ft.) by 240 m (790 ft.), 86 m (282 ft.) high, and 92 m (302 ft.) underground. It has 1,100 rooms, 2 underground parking garages and is 12 stories tall, with four underground levels currently available for the general public and in use, and another four in different stages of completion.

The structure combines elements and motifs from multiple sources, in an eclectic neoclassical architectural style. The building is constructed almost entirely of materials of Romanian origin. Estimates of the materials used include one million cubic meters of marble from Transylvania, most from Ruşchiţa; 3,500 tons of crystal — 480 chandeliers, 1,409 ceiling lights and mirrors were manufactured; 700,000 tons of steel and bronze for monumental doors and windows, chandeliers and capitals; 900,000 m (9,700,000 sq. ft.) of wood, over 95% of which is domestic, for parquet and wainscoting, including walnut, oak, sweet cherry, elm, sycamore maple; 200,000 m (2,200,000 sq. ft.) of woolen carpets of various dimensions, the larger of which were woven on-site by machines moved into the building; velvet and brocade curtains adorned with embroideries and passementeries (not sure what this word means) in silver and gold.

Our tour encompassed only about 7% of the entire building. It gave us a taste of the splendor and magnificent detail in which Ceauşescu and his administration had put into its construction, despite his crooked and evil ways. A major part of Bucharest's architecture is made up of buildings constructed during the Communist era replacing historical architecture with high-density apartment blocks – significant portions of the historic center of Bucharest were demolished in order to construct this edifice.

After our tour, Ella took us on a walking tour of the city. Our main focus was in the old part of the city. We walked over the Dâmbovița River, which flows into the Argeș River, a tributary of the Danube. Soon we were meandering along the major thoroughfare of Calea Victoriei, Bucharest's oldest and arguably, most charming street. Built in 1692 to link the Old Princely Court to Mogosoaia Palace, it was initially paved with oak beams. The street became Calea Victoriei in 1878, after the Romanian War of Independence victory. Between the two world wars, Calea Victoriei developed into one of the most fashionable streets in the city.

We strolled along this street to discover some of the most stunning buildings in the city, including the Cantacuzino Palace, the Military Club, the CEC Headquarters and the National History Museum.

Our first stop was Manuc's Inn (Hanul lui Manuc) on Strada Franceza. Built between 1804 and 1808 by the wealthy Armenian trader Emanuel Marzaian (called by the Turks, Manuc Bey), the inn was witness in 1812 to the preliminary talks of the Peace Treaty that put an end to the Russian -Turkish War (1806-1812). A favorite meeting and resting place for tradesmen in those times, Manuc's Inn has preserved to this day its old style and flavor. It now serves as a hotel with a restaurant, a wine cellar and a pastry shop.

We meandered our way along the artsy, restaurant-filled Lipscani district and its medieval and renaissance architecture. We ate lunch at a Turkish restaurant called Divan located on Strada Franceza. We sat outside beneath its large sidewalk umbrellas, comforted from the heat and humidity by mist sprayers. It felt good to sit and relax despite the feeling that other tables being served before us. No worries, it gave us time to continue our reflection of the past two weeks.

Since I had no cash, I charged the meal on my British Airlines Visa card. I learned before I left that my card didn’t charge the standard 3% charge for international transactions. However, I also learned after coming that my card does not work on all the transactions I’ve tried on this trip. It all depended on whether they asked for my PIN number. Whenever they did, it never worked. In this case, it worked!

After our meal we visited several churches, one of which was the Stavropoleos Church.

Located just behind the National History Museum on Calea Victoriei, Stavropoleos Church is one of the most picturesque churches in the city. Built in 1724 by Greek Monk Ioanikie Stratonikeas (coming from Ostanita Village in Greek Macedonia), the church became famous in the region for the beautiful stone carving, as well as for the valuable wood carving inside (the door, the voyevode throne, the altar decoration). The veranda was added in 1730. The inn around it was severely damaged during the 1847 fire, and, even though it was partly restored after 1853, it was demolished in 1871. Next to the church there is a small and beautiful yard surrounded by porticoes on three sides; it was added to the church in 1899, during the restoration done by Architect Ion Mincu. There is a small lapidarium (a place where stone monuments and fragments of archaeological interest are exhibited) hosted there, with fragments of old sculptures and tombstones, among which the one belonging to the church and inn founder, Monk Ioanikie, can be seen. The church is one of the best examples of late Brâncoveanu art.

We walked past the Curtea Veche (the Old Princely Court), built around 1559 as a place or residence during the rule of Vlad III Dracula in the 15th century. It now operates as a museum in the center of Bucharest, Romania.

We also visited the Coltea Church, founded between years 1701-1702 by Cantacuzino. The church presents numerous decorative elements related to the Brancovenesc style (a type of architecture developed in Wallachia (Romania) during the reign of Constantin Brâncoveanu in the 17th and 18th century). There is a fresco inside of the church was made by painter Tattarescu.

Another stop was the Sfântul Gheorghe Nou Church, the largest of the churches built in Bucharest during the reign of Constantin Brâncoveanu. New St. George's Church was consecrated on June 29th, 1707. It was a wonder of the age, having been designed by an Italian, Vaseleli, and decorated by the great Romanian maestros of the times: the painter Mutu, the carpenter Istrate and the sculptor Caragea. Damaged in a fire in 1847, the church was renovated from 1852-3 by the Spanish architect Villacrosse. Inside the church, outstanding murals were added by Marian Popp. Brâncoveanu is himself allegedly buried under the church, in an unmarked grave.

I could tell that the girls were getting a little tired of all the walking. We stopped at a coffee shop for treats and to just sit a spell. The wind was picking up and the nice weather we had all week appeared to be turning. I was a bit anxious during our respite—wanting to take in every moment of sightseeing. I was grateful for Ella’s willingness to guide us to the highlights of the city.

From here we walked a short ways to Piaţa Palatului (Palace Square), it was later renamed after the 1989 Romanian Revolution. There is a modern sculpture erected to memorialize all of the souls lost during the revolution. The square houses the building of the former Central Committee of the Romanian Communist Party (from where Nicolae Ceauşescu and his wife fled by helicopter on December 22, 1989). You can visibly see gunshot holes in the surrounding buildings.

Our walking tour ended here, where we hopped on a bus for a short ride to connect with another bus that would take us to a mall further away from the center of town. Our ride took us past the Arcul de Triumf (The Triumphal Arch), built in its current form in 1935 and modeled after the Arc de Triomphe in Paris.
As we curved past the Arch we passed Lake Cișmigiu – surrounded by the Cișmigiu Gardens with its rich history, being frequented by famous poets and writers. Opened in 1847 and based on the plans of German architect Carl F.W. Meyer, the gardens are currently the main recreational facility in the city center. I felt myself wanting to stop and wander through the park.

I could feel the temperature change quite drastically from the time we boarded to when we exited the bus. In fact, the wind dramatically picked up and dark clouds were all around. Our bus dropped us off at Băneasa Shopping City, a mall that would rival any major shopping mall in the states—with many of the same store chains. While walking in the mall I noticed a lot of shopping carts making a lot of noise. I soon realized that the noise I was hearing was the rain or hail falling on the ceiling windows. We had made it under cover jut in time to avoid the deluge.

I’m not sure the duration of our shopping experience. We did eat dinner at a Pizza Hut in the mall and talked for some time. It was close to 11:00 when we arrived back at our hotel—which was unfortunate since we had a wake up call for 3:00 a.m. to return to the airport.

September Sunset

2011-09-04T22:24:00.000-07:00

Today would have been my parents 67th wedding anniversary. In rememberance, I took my mom out to look at new matresses to help ease her aching back. We ended the afternoon at the Fircrest Golf Club for dinner.

All day I could see the affects of a forest fire taking place in the Olympic Mountains. I figured there was a potential for a decent sunset. It wasn't as spectacular as I had anticipated. However, I like the images I took.

Camp of the Good Shepherd - Week 2

2011-09-03T23:06:00.000-07:00

I was asked to share more of my trip to Romania. Here is an excerpt from my journal:

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I didn’t sleep too well last night. As a result, I was up around 6:00 so I spent some time in reflection with the Lord by the river, next to the swimming hole. My two weeks in Romania is coming to an end as well as my time with my new orphan friends. If you were to ask me last week what my thoughts were on coming back, I would not have had a ready answer. However, my heart has been transformed by the relationships God has made possible over the past two weeks. I struggle with wanting to take things in my control and help change their situation. Give them hope in a seemingly hopeless environment at the orphanage. However, I’m reminded that it’s not all about me and all things are possible through Christ. Through Christ, God will change hearts.

In Matthew 5:3 it reads: Blessed are the poor in spirit. Oswald Chambers says, “The teaching of the Sermon on the Mount produces despair in the natural man—the very thing Jesus means it to do. As long as we have a self-righteous, conceited notion that we can carry out our Lord’s teaching, God will allow us to go on until we break our ignorance over some obstacle, then we are willing to come to Him as paupers and receive from Him. The bedrock in Jesus Christ’s kingdom is poverty, not possession; not decisions for Jesus Christ, but a sense of absolute futility—I cannot begin to do it. Then Jesus says—Blessed are you. That is the entrance, and it does take us a long while to believe we are poor! The knowledge to our own poverty brings us to the moral frontier where Jesus works.”

I gaze at the cabins as I listen to the rush of the river next to me, thinking how sad it is for these boys to have to return to an orphanage where they are fighting for significance, longing for someone to care about them. However, God is in control and His Grace goes beyond my own understanding of their plight. I believe God has brought me into their lives for His purpose and I pray that I can continue to walk through the doors he opens for me. I can only hope that that includes a trip back so that I can follow up with these new relationships.

My time by the river ends and I must join my team for one last time of devotions. Tony was the only one in the room when I arrived. So I was able to exchange some thoughts with him. I am glad and appreciated having the opportunity to work with he and Kim during the two weeks. The two of them will stay for another two weeks as camp interns.

Josh soon joined the group and handed out hand-written notes not to be opened until we reached Bucharest. I think I mentioned earlier that Josh joined our team at the airport when we arrived in the country. What a great addition to have him with us. He actually came to be an intern for six weeks, which means he will be staying on with Tony and Kim. He just turned 32 on this trip and loves to laugh and joke around like the rest of us, which is ironic since he struggles with depression. You would never know it from his happy-go-lucky character.

After devotions we joined the Romanian team for one last wake up call around the cabins. Costel, Razvan and a couple of other boys joined us as we walked into each cabin and sang our wake up song. For some it was a rude awakening, but I think everyone appreciated the effort and grew to look forward to the morning ritual.

Breakfast was a quick and somber event. I had hoped to sit with Yonuts but it didn’t work out. Afterwards, I was able to spend 15 minutes talking with Sebi one-on-one with Emma as my interpreter. I remember on Thursday I saw him sulking while sitting on a swing. I wasn’t sure what was up and he wouldn’t respond to my attempt at addressing his need. A couple hours later I learned that he was upset that the photo we developed for him was just of him alone and not of me and him. My heart went out for him. I had no idea how important that was to him.

That moment emphasized for me how starved these boys are for the attention of a male leader in their life. All week I noticed how they went to extremes to perform some service for attention and affection. More than once a boy would look at me with longing eyes asking for me to be their father or for me to take them home. I am moved at how transparent and vulnerable this was as well as a cry out for help out of desperation.

Soon after my conversation with Sebi I was setting up chairs for Debbie’s final address. This was a time for closure and appreciation for a meaningful and emotional week. T-shirts were then handed out before heading down to the gazebo for one last photo opp.—a group shot. Of course, this spawned reasons for additional shots. Making memories is never finished until there are no memories to be had.

Fox Island, Washington

2011-08-12T23:11:00.000-07:00

I've lived in the area my whole life and never knew there was a Fox Island Sand Spit. Nor have I heard of Bella Bella Park, where the spit juts out just west of the Fox Island bridge.

I'm sure it's existence is no secret, but I happened on this park while on a lunch time run from a house I'm sitting for this week. So, I decided to come back and take in one of these awesome sunsets we've been having this week.

Sibiu, Romania

2011-08-10T21:00:00.000-07:00

Last month on the weekend between working at Camp of the Good Shepherd, I visited this former capital of Transylvania. I spent most of the time wandering the old section of Sibiu which has its origin dating back to 1191.

In the 14th century, it was already an important trade center. In 1376, the craftsmen were divided in 19 guilds. Sibiu became the most important ethnic German city among the seven cities that gave Transylvania its German name Siebenbürgen (literally seven cities), and it was home to the Universitas Saxorum, the assembly of Germans in Transylvania. Common opinion in the 17th century ascribed Sibiu the quality of being the easternmost city to be part of the European sphere; it was also the eastern terminus of postal routes.

During the 18th and 19th centuries, the city became the second and later the first most important center of Transylvanian Romanian ethnics. The first Romanian-owned bank had its headquarters here (The Albina Bank), as did the ASTRA (Transylvanian Association for Romanian Literature and Romanian's People Culture). After the Romanian Orthodox Church was granted status in the Habsburg Empire from the 1860s onwards, Sibiu became the Metropolitan seat, and the city is still regarded as the third most important center of the Romanian Orthodox Church. Between the Hungarian Revolution of 1848 and 1867, Sibiu was the meeting-place of the Transylvanian Diet, which had taken its most representative form after the Empire agreed to extend voting rights in the region.

After World War I, when Austria-Hungary was dissolved, Sibiu became part of Romania; the majority of its population was still ethnic German (until 1941) and counted a large Romanian community, as well as a small Hungarian one. Starting from the 1950s and until after 1990, most of the city's ethnic Germans emigrated to Germany.

There is still a heavy German influence particularly in the old part of town. There are sewer covers throughout the town commemorating its status as European Capital of Culture 2007 with with a design bearing the city's German name, Hermannstadt.

Toarcla, Romania

2011-07-31T23:24:00.000-07:00

I was intrigued to drive through the small hamlets of Transylvania, each housing its own aging church surrounded by red-tiled roofed homes that have seen many years of change. It was a warm day and I think I was annoying the rest of the group in the van as I kept opening the window to take pictures. I was frustrated as we passed many great opportunities for photos.

Petry, who led worship at the camp, joined our caravan mid-trip to lead us to our destination. As we drove closer, we spotted some of the kids we met last week at camp. Some were hanging out on a doorstep, another riding her bike along the road.

I was pleased when we finally reached the small village of Toarcla, a 35-minute drive from the town of Fragara. We were greeted by waving children and adults—Cosmin, Codrut and Costel were among them. All three of these guys were always upbeat and optimistic. Now, seeing the beauty of their town, I know why.

Petry took us through a gate and into the grounds of the German Evangelical Reformed Church. His church, Bethany Baptist, has mission points in the villages around the Fragara, Toarcla is one of them. We had the privilege to worship here with some of the families from the church as well as our three friends from camp. We were led through a portico, into a sunny room lined with benches that rested on aged hard wood floors. The room was very clean. In one corner was a stove, which I assumed provided heat during the extremes of winter.

Petry was prepared with his guitar to sing songs, mostly in Romanian. When asked that we sing a song or two in English, most of us declined. However, I volunteered to sing if Petry would accompany me, which he obliged to do. The acoustics in the room and the simplicity of the outside wind and birds heard through an open window caused me to want time to stop. It was refreshing to not have the distractions of a busy city and neighboring cars.

After songs, we prayed and then took a tour of the church. The building is probably over 300 years old and definitely in need of repairs. Petry and his church have helped to assist with patching the walls and such. The main worship area and sanctuary has been well kept in pastels of yellow, green and turquoise. The organ that resides on the mezzanine seemed fantastic for such a small village and fit the color scheme.

We climbed the rickety wooden stairs that led to the belfry. No finished interiors here. This was a great location for a movie. Kind to think of it, since we were in the heart of Transylvania, it was a great place for bats. Evidence of the critters were all around as I gingerly planted my feet as I climbed. This place would not pass inspection in the States. I was one step away from falling through the ancient floorboards. I enjoyed the experience.

The view from the top was worth every risky step. It revealed the green and rolling countryside surrounding this sleepy red-tiled village. I tried to imagine what it was like living here at the time this church was built. What it would have been like to see approaching riders along the main road? Were all of these farms in use at that time? How different was this town back then? It was easy to imagine it as much the same.

We waved goodbye to the church as we drove down the road to the homes of Codrut and Cosmin. Codrut had lost his father a week before we arrived at camp. I was impressed that he was so bold as to want to even attend camp. It tells a lot about his character. I entered his small home and was touched to see the place where his dad lay before he died. The bed was gone and in its place was his picture and flowers in remembrance of his life.

We walked across the street to the home of Cosmin, whom I observed all week to be solid in his faith. He displayed an air of leadership in all activities at camp and is someone I would like to have gotten to know better. I could tell he was anxious and proud to show us his home where he and his seven other siblings reside.

I believe Petry was going to take us on more visits but realized that we needed to be back at camp by 6:30 for a barbeque that Iulian was preparing for us. So we said goodbye to Toarcla and returned via the path we took in coming. I was sad to have left. I would have loved to spend a week in that town alone. Perhaps someday I will.

Camp of the Good Shepherd

2011-07-27T23:40:00.000-07:00

I've just returned from having the priviledge to travel to Romania for two weeks to assist at a weekly Bible camp. Camp of the Good Shepherd offers a week of respite for children in state orphanages and from poor villages while building a foundation of faith in Christ. Funded by Heart of Hope Ministries International, which in 1998 purchased land in this mountainous region of Transylvania, the camp changed my own heart during my two-week stay.

The first week was devoted to about 60 village kids from 8 years of age to around 18. Seeing their faces peer through the windows of the vans as they arrived set in motion months of anticipation. Their arrival removed any anxiety I had prior to coming.

It proved to be a rewarding week as well as a trying one. It was rewarding to visibly see how important this week was to each an every kid and be a part of that. It was totally obvious they wanted to be there and that they knew we were there for them. Every night my mind would get carried away with thoughts and conversations from that day. Fortunately, each morning I awoke energized for the day ahead. It's been a while since I've devoted an entire day, let alone a week, without inserting my own needs into the mix.

I wasn't alone. In addition to our American team of eight, there was an awesome Romanian team that handled the Bible study and worship time and any interpreting needs we had, which were many. The week was structured with activities, games, small group time and meals--with the right amount of free time to just hang out.

The camp is situated in the mountains about 45 minutes outside of Sibiu, Romania. This probably means nothing to you, since it meant nothing to me. What was helpful was knowing I was in the middle of Transylvania. That I had hear of.

When I first arrived, coming from the Pacific Northwest, I was a little underwhelmed with the scenery. I've done green before. However, as my stay progressed I began to take in its beauty. A nice river runs through the property and provides a calming background noise as it snakes its way past the chalet-like main building, the soccer field and the kid's cabins. There, too, is always the sound of sing-song birds flittering around as they are usually ignored by the goings-on. Looking east there is a mountian with grassy patches reminiscent of Austria with its thatched haystacks.

Outside the camp gate, horse-drawn wagons would pass transporting heavy loads of hay along the dirt road to market. Only to be followed by a Dacia, driven by a local resident as he stirs up dust that would collect on the plants alongside the road. Along this road I passed one elderly man outside his home tending to his barking dog, for which I was thankful. I asked him for his photograph which he obliged with some hesitation.

U2: The 360° Tour @ Quest Field

2011-06-07T21:11:00.000-07:00

I had the honor to join a couple of friends to the U2 concert this past weekend. It's been a while since I had been to a concert. I know that I've been to one since, but the last loud concert I remember going to was Supertramp back in the early 80's at WAZZU. Friends that know me probably would have thought it would have been the Carpenters. My concert companions offered me ear plugs, but I chose not to use them. I kinda wish I had.

A side note: On the way to the concert I ran into Erin McClain, a friend from gradeschool thru high school. In fact, we grew up a block from each other in Fircrest. It was great to reconnect and catch up despite the time limitation and the abrupt end to our meeting. However, we were able to re-reconnect over Facebook.

Quest Field was transformed into a huge, 360° Saturn-like boardwalk around The Claw (a transformer-esque spider shape). Rolling catwalks placed band members at different parts of the circular floor. The Claw structure above the stage looked fairly innocent until the music started, revealing an awesome light show.

The concert opened with Lenny Kravitz. I know I've heard of him, but for the life of me, I couldn't entertain any knowledge of the man. When I hear the name, I'm reminded of Mrs. Cravitz, the nosy neighbor on the television show Bewitched. Needless to say, I was anxious for U2 to show up.

Once they did, the heart of the show for me was a surprise video message from Commander Mark Kelly — from space! Kelly is the captain of the space shuttle Endeavour. The band dedicated the song Beautiful Day to his wife, Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords. It was pretty emotional and probably my favorite song of the night.

Another thoughtful moment was a video of recently released Aung San Suu Kyi, who won Burma’s presidential election in 1990. Wrongly imprisoned under house arrest for nearly 15 years for her stance on democratic rights, she was kept from her rightful position as Burma’s leader.

Apparently, for over a decade, the group has been leading efforts that urged for her release. The video showed her speaking as a free woman, and was followed, of course, by “One.”

State Track & Field at Mount Tahoma High School

2011-05-28T23:33:00.000-07:00

Me and my friend Matt when and saw our teammate Will Ferfuson run the 3200 and 1600 at the state track meet this weekend at Mount Tahoma. Man, talk about energy. I can't believe the power and endurance that was represented there. Will did an outstanding job and I'm proud to have been there to see him run. Good job Will!!

Shaker Barn in Albany, New York

2011-05-24T21:41:00.000-07:00

On the way to the Albany Airport, I passed a sign to a Shaker Museum directly across the main road of the airport. I arrived early to allow time to turn in my rental car, so I made a diversion to see what it was all about. It looked like the museum was closed. I'm a sucker for old, rusty things, so I got out of my car and took these shots before getting on a plane to sit for the rest of the afternoon.

This is my third visit to New York state. My impression of the state growing up was that of congestion and lots of people. However, there is a lot of open country and lots of barns. I had to control myself from stopping at every barn I passed by. I think I was born 150 years too late.

I did stop at several cemeteries to read the tombstones. Sounds pretty wierd, I know, but I enjoy reading the dates and bits of information about the folks. Plus, since namesakes come from this area, I hold onto the idea of maybe running into one of their resting spots.

Token Pics From Tecate, Mexico

2011-05-20T21:50:00.000-07:00

I must say, I do still like my Panasonic Lumix camera. In some ways, I prefer it over my Nikon SLR. It's pretty versatile and takes great shots on the fly.

When I decided to go on this mission trip last week at the last minute, I thought it would be great to take my "big" camera. However, I didn't really know what I was getting myself into and I just didn't want to hassle the risk and all of the airborn dirt. So I abandoned the idea and decided to take the "little" camera. I was glad I did.

These shots are just random shots that I took during the down time in Tecate, Mexico. The horse was at a neighboring build where we stopped to assist. They ended up not needing any assistance, so I got acquainted with the horse next door.

Tecate, Mexico

2011-05-18T23:10:00.000-07:00

This past Monday I returned from a spontaneous mission trip to Mexico with over 50 men from my church. The mission wasn't spontaneous, but my part was.

I had known about this trip for some time and had actually helped with the marketing of it. However, a couple months ago I had resigned to the fact that it wasn't a good fit for me to go. I felt I needed to hang around and earn some cash. As is turned out last week I got a call from my friend Gregg telling me that a few men had to back out and that there was a spot for me to go. I just needed to decide that day.

Well, if you know me at all, I can be pretty indecisive. I like to have my time to think things through and form "my" idea of how the trip should evolve. I'm proud to say that I decided pretty promptly to follow the nudge to go and allow God to work out the details.

Man, what a blessing it was to go and not be in control. I was totally in the hands of God the entire 5 days I was gone and was able to contribute to build one of 5 homes that were built by our church. My particular team build a home for a single mom, Noemi Castilo Sevilla, and her daughter Laura. They live in a community called Colonia Hindu in Tecate.

It has been a year since Noemi separated from her husband because he did not want to be responsible. It is very difficult for her to provide for her daughter as a working single mother. Prior they lived in two rooms with a bad roof and floor and walls of plywood.

The highlight of the trip was seeing Noemi shed infectious tears of happiness when we handed her the keys to her new home.

Lake Champlain, New York

2011-05-17T22:31:00.000-07:00

I recently had the opportunity to visit upstate New York to shoot a wedding. I stayed in a small town called Pottersville in Adirondak Park and enjoyed it immensely. The region was saturated with recent rains swelling the area rivers and lakes. I had a free day to take a drive and traveled as far north as I could go without a passport. Unfortunately I had left it at home, not thinking I'd end up so close to Montreal.

I had a great time traveling around Lake Champlain, on both the New York and Vermont sides. I was in awe of how much the swollen contryside had encroached upon the residents. Entire houses and properties, regardless of wealth status, were affected. I was also surprised at how rural the state is. This border area reminded me of the Mt. Vernon area in Washington State.

Dad's Birthday

2011-04-27T22:39:00.000-07:00

Today would have been my father's 88th birthday. It's surreal to think that he's been gone for five years. I couldn't let the day go by without giving some mention of the day's significance for me. I miss you dad.

Human Subject Testing

2011-04-20T22:41:00.000-07:00

Today I tackled morning traffic and headed up to Boeing for a flight simulation test. If you ever have the time, I'd recommend it. It was located not too far from the Museum of Flight. A friend of mine recommended doing this for a way to raise money for a mission trip to Romania I'll be taking in July. As a result, I received cash for pretending I was on a six-hour flight to Hawaii. Okay, okay, it's a bit of a stretch, but it was worth playing along.

There were twenty-five of us that were bused from our parked cars to a nondescript warehouse on Boeing Field. Right next to where they are demolishing the area that was used to build planes during World War II. In the middle of this warehouse was a huge room walled with large foam wedges from ceiling to floor, making the room totally sound proof. I could immediately tell it worked when I walked into the room and walked up the stairs to the "plane."

The day was a bit of a no-brainer. We were asked to sit and do what we would normally do during a flight. Throughout the ride we were given about six surveys asking questions like did I feel serene...was my throat burning...am I happy...they even asked if I was wearing underwear. In addition, the research coordinator took some vitals from our index finger. I was hoping for a little more action during the ride--like severe turbulence, but no such event occurred.

A great box lunch was provided by Gretchen's Kitchen, as well as periodic snacks and drinks. It took me back to a time gone by when such niceties occured. I opted for a turkey and havarti sandwich (shocker). I especially liked the lemon bread that came around early on in the trip.

After the simulation, it was explained that they were testing seats and the environment. Our seats were eighteen inches wide, the cabin had white lights (as opposed to yellow or blue that they have already tested), the sound was rather quiet compared to a normal flight. We specifically did not have any entertainment. I cose to read and doodle the entire flight.

I was back to my car by 5:00 and glad to be on my way despite the anticipation of rush-our traffic. However, it turned to to be not so bad, and it was still sunny.

Nisqually Delta

2011-03-07T22:59:00.000-08:00

These pictures I took at Nisqually Delta reminded me of a poem my grandfather wrote. He liked to write poems and this one is about his love for the state of Washington. I'm not exactly sure when this was penned, but I'm guessing it had to have been sometime in the 1920's. I recently became reacquainted with it while going through a drawer I have of old family history material.

Love Washington

I've traveled the highways through portals and gates
I've traveled the by-ways in all our fair states
Nature's beauties I've seen north, east, south and west
Of them all, I would deem fair Washington best.

Her grand scenic mountains prime forest and lakes
Her cascading fountains with mists in their wakes
Her sage-covered hillsides, green valleys, clear streams
Cool incoming surf-tides are all in my dreams.

I often can see them asleep or awake
My memory will sure stem all chance of escape
And yet there is no danger though no native son
But only a stranger I love Washington.

I love Washington.

Proud snow-capped Mount Baker, majestic Rainier
And climate help make her a state without peer
How happy her rangers, how proud each fair son
When all perfect strangers can love Washington

So hail to her bounty there is none can compare
It seems natures duty to weave everywhere
Within her four borders the scenes that have won
All true beauty lovers to love Washington

Though we wander far astray none can long remain away
From those sylvan scenes which charm us everyone
So we all came back to you and our hearts are longing too
For your lakes and verdant hills dear Washington

For majestic Mount Rainier where the air is so crystal clear
For the fields where golden grain and fruits abound
For the land of no regrets where most charming of sunsets
Silhouette Olympic's peeks of Puget Sound

Where the rhododendrons bloom where all nature is in tune
Back to your own grand home state, dear Washington

Seattle Stay

2011-02-24T22:42:00.000-08:00

I spent a couple of nights in Seattle this week. I don't recall every spending a night in a Seattle hotel. I actually spent each night in a different hotel. The first night was spent at the Vintage Park Hotel on 5th Ave. The second night I moved to the Westin. Both were great hotels and a great price thanks to Priceline.com.

Tuesday night I went to the Triple Door for dinner and to hear the acoustic guitar of Trace Bundy. Wow, what a gifted guitarist. I would recommend going to hear him if you ever get the chance. I was also impressed with the venue.

I, too, had never spent time in Fremont and Ballard. These are great places to hang out. In Fremont, I stopped at a glass studio called the Edge of Glass and ad a tour from the owner, James Curtis. His glass work is unique enough, but I particularly enjoyed his collection of art deco and nouveau metal light stands. If I ever have some disposable cash, I'd love to have some of his work in my house.

I had lunch in Ballard at La Carta de Oaxaca, recommeded by a local merchant. It lived up to it's recommendation. I had the chicken quesadilla which was made with traditional mole sauce and Oaxacan cheese taking me back fifteen years when I visted a friend who lived in the Mexican city.

Random Shots

2011-02-19T23:09:00.000-08:00

What a great day in the weather department. I was wanting a little more warmth and a little less wind, but I'll take it.

After my run this afternoon, I took time to take some photographs.

House/Dog Sitting Reprised

2011-02-14T22:10:00.000-08:00

A friend of mine escaped the gray of our Northwest winter and headed south for a long weekend. I agreed to keep her house "lived-in" and her dog "lived with." Meet Cappy. He's a typical poodle, and very cute. I think he enjoyed having me around. Especially when I would eat an apple. Oh my word, he freaked out.

He puts on this aire that he doesn't do hard wood floor. He'd rather walk on the carpet, which there are only a few area rugs around--one in the diningroom and one in the livingroom. I happened to be in the kitchen cutting some slides when I hear this barking commotion. I peered around the corner to find him inching his way on the hard wood. Apparently, when it comes to fruit he makes an exception. However, up until this time I had been carrying him around to avoid his precious feet touching the smooth surface. I was duped.

The house has a great 180 view of the water, looking across to Fox Island. Friday turned out to be a sunny day and a low tide making for a great opportunity to hang out on the beach for a while. Saturday, the wind picked up and made for a great indoor retreat to read a book I've been enjoying, In Justice by Alan Sears.

Day Of The Dog Bite

2011-02-03T18:02:00.000-08:00

I try usually try to post a photo taken on the day of my blog post. Today was a pretty gray day and I wasn't too motivated to shoot. So, this photo was taken a couple of weeks ago, but it is somewhat pertinent since I did run at this location today. In fact, lately I've been running in University Place in hopes of literally running into some Curtis team runners. Indeed, today I ran in to a couple of guys and shared part of the run with them.

At the beginning of my run I was cruising along the Zetterberg trails in UP and passed by a familiar house where a couple of enthusiastic English Spaniels consistently bark at me. I have this call that I do whenever I encounter them or any animal, "watchyadoin, whatchyadoin." I somehow think this kind of communication is endearing and I usually get a positive response.

This time as I ran by, the owner was out checking his mailbox. So I took the time to stop and say how much I appreciated his enthusiastic dogs. He reciprocated the appreciation and invited me to pet his dogs through the fence. Bad idea. I'm a fool. The male dog chomped on my finger. It's now swollen as I write.

The guy was very apologetic and invited me in for a clean up and a Band-Aid. He even invited me back for a beer. That won't happen. But I did appreciated his sentiment.

Time for a Narrows View

2011-02-02T20:08:00.000-08:00

After finishing some family obligations this afternoon, I was left with enough time for another sunset shoot. I've been itching to walk along the railroad tracks and take some photos of the Narrows Bridge with the setting sun as its backdrop.

It was much easier to get down there before they built the second bridge. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the additional bridge. I just wish they hadn't plow over the trails I used to use to journey down to the water's edge. Granted it's probably off-limits to the public, but it's prime scenic real estate that I think should be accessible to everyone.

I was hoping the sunset to be a bit more spectacular. However, the tine was well spent and it gave me a chance to dabble with my camera settings. I saw a few large seals and startled about six blue herons.

Scanning Europe

2011-02-01T21:59:00.000-08:00

I've been trying to whittle my way through a multitude of slides, taken from old-fashioned days of the 35mm camera era. I still miss those days. What's not to like about the immediacy and accessibility of a digital camera?

Twenty six years ago I quit a dead-end job designing electrical signs and traveled around Europe for three and a half months with my 35mm. At the time I was still living with my parents and had saved a chunk of change that made it possible for somewhat modest travel.

I began my travels in Amsterdam and weaved my way by train on a Eurail Pass through the Germanic countries down to Italy. From Venice I headed down one side of the boot to Brindisi and caught the ferry to Athens. There I bought a ferry pass (included on the Eurail) that allowed 3 stops around the Greek Isles. I chose Santorini, Naxos and Paros. I then headed up the other side of Italy through Sorrento, Rome, Florence and Pisa on my way to the French Riviera. I followed the Mediterranean clear around to Lisbon, all the while enjoying the warm tropical climate of the southern coast. I regret not having gone to the Costa Del Sol. However, Portugal definitely made up for it.

I took an overnight train back to Madrid for a few day and then met some friends in Biarritz, France. I traveled with them for a week along the coast of France up to Mont Saint-Michel then over to Dinan, where I left them and headed to Paris for a week. I ended my trip in England and Scotland.

As I scan these photos I realize how that trip set the tone for 26 years of international travel and memories of people and places. Some still the same and some long since changed.

Magnificent

2011-01-31T21:55:00.000-08:00

This video has got to move a body in some way or another. For me, it's a reminder of what an awesome creator we have.

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,
or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?

Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket,
or weighed the mountains on the scales and the hills in a balance?

--Isaiah 40:12

I just read this during one of my devotionals this week and it reminds me of God's magnificence. It has been really helpful during this transitional time of my life to know that life's not all about me. God's helped me realize that he's in control.

I heard today that if we would allow ourselves to come under the submission of God, he will carry you and do the hard work. Much like migrating geese. The lead bird flies effortless as the rest of the flock pulls him along.

Magnificent!

Awesome Sunset

2011-01-27T23:37:00.001-08:00

I went for a run around University Place this afternoon. I start and end at the Chambers Bay Golf area. I ended at sunset and since I usually travel with my camera in my trunk, I took some time to snap these shots. If you haven't yet paid this place a visit, do it. It's a great place for a walk.

Speedy Clouds

2011-01-27T21:54:00.001-08:00

Yesterday the winds created cloud formations atop Mt. Rainier much of the day. I was driving to Costco at noon to pick up a photo enlargement and noticed what was going on up there. I had to take some photos. I had planed to drive to Puyallup anyway, but once I was there I couldn't find the right viewing spot. So I cancelled my original plan and ended up driving to the turn-off to Mowich Lake, about 20 miles from the mountain and took these shots.

I spent close to two ours taking pictures. I thought I'd be resourceful and keep my hazard lights going to alert any passing cars that I was there. However, after I packed and got ready to go, the car wouldn't start. I thought, "Great, here I'm in a remote spot with no cell reception." It wasn't long before I was able to flag down a passing truck to ask if they had cables. He had none. A second car approached. A bearded man reaking of smoke stopped and graciously helped me out. I now remembered that I had my own jumper cables all along, and soon I was on the road, a bit later than I planned. But I did come away with some great shots of the mountain.

Wedding Documented

2011-01-19T21:20:00.000-08:00

A few months ago I dontated my services for a MOPS raffle. As it turned out, a friend of mine drew the winning ticket. She requested that I draw her daughter and new son-in-law. I was a bit nervous. It gets a bit tricky drawing family members--making sure they resemble the real thing. This drawing is the finished product.

The Drive Home

2011-01-06T22:56:00.000-08:00

This past weeekend I had the joy of driving home alone from my friends cabin. The air was clear and the snow from last week was still on the ground the entire drive home. This is unusual because rain usually washes away any hope of snowy fun within a day.

Anyway, I drove home along Highway 2--one of my favorite scenic drives. I usually am dashing home to beat the heavy traffic, never wanting to stop and smell the roses as they say. After all, I can't let all those cars I passed on the double lanes catch up up with me once I start driving again and get in my way. However, this ride I actually took the time to stop and enjoy the scenery.

Trip to the Cabin

2011-01-04T19:06:00.000-08:00

I’ve just returned from a trip to the cabin of a good friend. For years I have enjoyed the retreat and memories of this place, and truly appreciate the opportunity to share in the friendship and good time.

I got off to a late start, but was able to enjoy a couple of days in the snowy, eastern side of the Cascades. My friends, the Henning's, have a cabin just next door. These pictures are taken of the exterior and interior of their cabin. I’m always impressed with their artistic display every time I pay them a visit. Brad has built most of the furniture and created much of the items literally hanging around.

We experienced an arctic blast this week with night time temperatures below zero. Unfortunately, the existing snow was a week old and a bit icy. But the scene was still a winter wonderland.

House and Dog Sitting

2010-12-16T11:36:00.000-08:00

Good friends of mine asked if I would sit for their beautiful Bernese Mountain dogs, Murphy and Milo. What a hoot! I love these guys. I miss their company and personality. I found we have something in common, we both love our routine.

Now that I have had a taste for living in “The Harbor” (Gig Harbor), it’s going to be an adjustment returning to my own home without a view. The view of southwestern Fox Island is great. The house was like staying in a suite at a nice hotel.

Taking Murphy for walks along the beach was certainly a highhlight. Unfortunately, Milo’s hips won’t let him walk very far. In fact, he needs assistance getting to his feet. Poor guy! However, he has a great attitude about his situation.

On my second Monday, the Northwest had a major windstorm in the evening. I had been to my regular Monday night Bible study in Tacoma--it had been windy all day--when I walked out of the church that night and found the wind to be much stronger. I stopped by my house on the way back to the Harbor to grab a few things. On the way, I noticed the flashing of downed power lines. In fact, as I drove across a dark Narrows Bridge, I noticed that my neighborhood was one of the few places with electricity in the north end of Tacoma as well as Gig Harbor.

As I drove back along East Bay Drive to my retreat in the Harbor, I was dodging fallen trees and limbs that littered the road. I needed my high beams to ensure there were no surprises on the road ahead. Crews are working along Wollochet Drive, causing a detour. However, this detour was complicated by a fallen tree. So my commute was lengthened to uncharted territory for me. I was following a crowd of other cars, hoping that everyone was going where I needed to go. It all turned out good and I happened on familiar ground. It wasn’t long before I was on the driveway to the house.

I stopped periodically to move fallen limbs aside so I could progress further to the house. It was apparent that there was no power in the area. I needed my highbeams to guide the way. I got about halfway down the drive and was stopped by a fallen tree. Not a small tree, but a tree that I needed to address. I considered just parking my car and walking in. After all, it wasn’t much further to the house. However, the thought of leaving my car exposed to the elements was not working for me. And, the idea of more trees and branches falling on my car was not a happy thought. It then dawned on me that I had been using the garage door opener all week and left the house key on the counter. How was I going to get into the house once I arrived?

When I arrived, Milo and Murph were barking, not understanding the situation. I thought it was a hopeless case getting into the house. I had my phone with me and texted people I thought might have phone numbers of people who could help. But no one was available. I then remembered hearing wind through a kitchen window that I just shut but not locked. I was able to shimmy my way through the window to the happy wags that awaited me on the other side.

Turning 50 – October 23

2010-11-23T15:17:00.000-08:00

On October 23rd I entered into a new era of life. I turned 50! Not a big deal. I imagine millions of people experience this each day.

My mom had planned a family dinner at the Fircrest Golf Club the night of my birthday which I looked forward to. Then, at the coaxing of my friend Liesl, I decided to have an additional party for family and friends on the 24th at Joeseppi’s. Prior to this weekend, I suffered from some bug that I must have caught while in Guatemala. Needless to say, I was feeling my age that week. Fortunately, I recovered well enough to enjoy the festivities.

My brother, his wife, son and his girlfriend drove up from California, which was a blessing in itself, allowing my entire family to be there for Saturday night. My niece, Andrea had everyone share something they appreciated about me, which added a nice touch to the evening.

I was overwhelmed the next night and a bit out of my element being the center of attention. The plan was to have an open house approach to the evening. However, as it turned out—and I liked how it turned out—folk lingered and mingled. The room wasn’t made for the amount of people I invited. Fortunately, not everyone was able to attend. But there was a great turnout and I feel blessed to have the friends and family that God planned for me.

Thanks to Liesl, people were asked to bring 50 of something. This opened it up for just about anything from 50 rolls of toilet paper, nails, batteries, candy, cookies, marbles, 50 sharpened pencils (for those “You’ve Got Mail movie fans), tennis balls (actually, I was told there were only 49), and an assortment of tasty treats.

Villa Hortencia I, Guatemala – October 8-18

2010-11-18T17:43:00.000-08:00

I had the opportunity to go to Guatemala with a team from my church. We support Agros Ministries, a Seattle-based organization that builds partnerships between rural poor villages in Central America and churches, businesses and individuals. Together we are a sponsor for the village of Villa Hortencia 1 for the next five years.

I was excited to visit a new country with goals that stretched beyond my own selfish desire to travel. I have to admit that I was itching to use my camera for the first time out of the U.S. What I found was a country of vivid color and colorful people willing to share their lives with a smile.

Our team arrived in the village to the sad news of a family that lost a seven-month old baby just that morning. We joined that family in their home and prayed for them. It was hard not to go through the village that day without the reminder of their loss. That afternoon we joined the community in the mile-long funeral procession that took us from their home to the cemetery outside of town. This day set the tone for the week as we were engulfed with a sense of community I have never experienced.

We drove the one and a half hour 9-mile drive to the village from our hotel in Nebaj. Having just recently been to Disneyland, this drive resembled the Reality TV version of the Indiana Jones ride. The recent rainy season transformed the road to an obstacle course where we needed to navigate deep ruts and parts of the road that no longer existed. Fortunately we had 4WD vehicles. I was able to experience the road in several ways: from the back seat, from the back bed and from behind the wheel. Each had its own challenge and fun.

Three aspects of our visit in Villa Hortencia were particularly meaningful to me: the community, the children, and the village leaders.

The idea of community rang strong in my head throughout the week (I’m pretty sure I’m not confusing that ringing from the altitude and dehydration). It was hard not to see it during the funeral. But it was an undercurrent that was more felt than seen. Granted, the town population in just around 600, but everyone seemed affected by the ups and downs of the other. The women were the bankers of the town and knew where the money was and should be spent. One man had a pharmacy, another grew potatoes, one had a small grocery store, another cut hair. Neither one prospered by our country’s standards, but each one relied on the other for the success of the village.

You cannot visit this village (or any other village I presume) without being affected by the children. Upon our first arrival into town, we were greeted by the laughter of kids running up to us and jumping on the beds of our trucks with their inquisitively penetrating eyes. There was one boy that specifically caught my attention and I enjoyed getting to know this young man. My Spanish is pretty limited and the main language of the village is Quiche. So I would use a lot of hand and body language to get my point across. He seemed to understand me really well. On my last day, I learned that he was mute and could not hear. I was glad that I didn’t learn this until the end of my visit and was able to address him like I did everyone else. He certainly enjoyed having his picture taken.

Another lasting impression I had was the honor to meet with the leaders of the village, each proudly inviting us to their home and property. Commitment and honor radiated from them as they explained their roles and commitment to their particular position in government. As a group, they took the time to demonstrate the way new council members are sworn into office as a good number of the villagers crowded into the community building to witness the ceremony.

Understatedly, the trip was awesome. However, what was crucial for me was our morning devotion time. We started each day with a time of devotion. Each of our ten-member team read from the Bible and facilitated discussion that pertained to our time in the village. In the evening I kept a journal and as I reflected on the day each night, I was blown away with how our morning time directly correlated with what happened that day. God’s great!

California Running – September 9-18

2010-11-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

I volunteer with Curtis Cross-Country. What a treat to be able to spend a couple hours each day running with people who enjoy the sport and each other’s company. I enjoy the conversations and laughs we generate each day. I also enjoy the leadership and friendship of the two head coaches, Coach Mangrum and Coach Bird.

Each year Coach Mangrum chooses to kick off the season at a distant invitational. This year we attended the Don Bosco Invitational held at Santa Fe Dam Recreation Area in Irwindale, California—which happened to be only a couple of miles from El Monte, where my brother lives. So I joined family with fun. I drove down with mom so she could spend quality time with my brother while I ran with the team. After the meet, I would join the family as well.

The team stayed at Anaheim Quality Inn & Suites, within walking distance from Disneyland. This location was about halfway between the Dam and the beaches. Prior to the event, we ran a couple training runs along the beach and, afterwards, swam and bodysurfed. It was awesome!

The meet was a great spot visually for running. I’m not sure how fun it was for the team. Parts of the course were sandy, parts were grass and riddled with tree roots, while parts were concrete. However, the weather was perfect and the back drop of the Los Angeles Mountains made for great pics.

California Reality

2010-09-07T21:55:00.000-07:00

These shots were taken off Interstate 5 just outside of Wycoff, California. In a field across the interstate from Bill and Kathy's Diner. A great dining spot on the way to LA.

X-Country Perks

2010-09-07T21:44:00.000-07:00

Last weekend I spent a couple of days with some great friends from our Curtis High School X-Country team. We had a great time water skiing, jumping on a water trampoline, playing games after dark and exchanging stories over a campfire while eating smores. Thanks to the Bakers' we had a fantastic time and grew as a team.

White Tulip

2010-08-31T20:24:00.000-07:00

I just completed a drawing for a good friend I used to work with at my previous employer. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out.

Puyallup Fair Art Show

2010-08-31T20:18:00.000-07:00

I just found out that a drawing of mine won second place in the drawing category at this year's art show at the Puyallup Fair. I'm pretty excited about it. Especially since it was my first showing of any art I've done in the past 35 years.

Another Great Sunset

2010-07-23T22:43:00.000-07:00

Our morning cloud this week as provided some great cloud action in the evening. I returned again to Steilacoom for another great sunset.

Sunset at Steilacoom

2010-07-21T23:09:00.000-07:00

On Monday I drove through Steilacoom on my way home from running te trials at Fort Steilacoom Park. I noticed a sailboat moored just off the coast and thought it would make for a great photo. Last evening the clouds looked like they might pose for a great sunset.

Actually, tis first picture is from last Friday at Chamber's Bay Golf Course, a great spot for taking pics.

AT&T Hands Campaign

2010-06-04T22:10:00.000-07:00

AT&T’s “Hands” campaign highlights the company’s industry-leading international wireless services portfolio. In the campaign, human hands are intricately painted to depict countries around the world that fall within AT&T’s international roaming footprint.

Read more about the campaign at AT&T

Sightseeing in a car wash...

2010-05-29T19:45:00.000-07:00

Oklahoma City National Memorial

2010-05-29T07:17:00.000-07:00

After numerous visits to Oklahoma I finally paid a visit to the memorial of the Oklahoma City bombing.

The bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building on April 19, 1995, killed 168 people, including 19 children, and injured more than 650. The memorial is a public/private partnership erected so that the American public can honor the memory of the victims, their families, the survivors, and their rescuers.

There are 168 empty “chairs” where the Alfred P. Murrah building once stood at the Oklahoma City National Memorial. The 19 smaller chairs represent the children who were killed.

The museum is located in the west end of the former Journal Record Building. Built in 1923, the building withstood the bombing and is listed on the national register of historic places. the museum takes you on a chronological, self-guided tour of the events that happened that day, and the weeks and years that followed the bombing. It's well worth the visit.

Charons Garden Wilderness Area

2010-05-26T14:18:00.000-07:00

Last evening, in search of a great sunset (that wasn't so spectacular), my friend Brad and I took a drive to the Witchita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. It's a great spot. It is one of more than 546 refuges throughout the United States managed by the Fish and Wildlife Service. It's 59,020 acres hosts a rare piece of the past - a mixed grass prairie, an island where the natural grasslands escaped destruction because the rocky terrain defeated the plow.

Art Deco in Lawton, Oklahoma

2010-05-26T14:09:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I visited a friend whose house is a museum of original art deco antiques--clutter with a purpose.

A sunset at Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge, Southwest Oklahoma

2010-05-24T11:44:00.000-07:00

I'm spending a week with good friends in Lawton, Oklahoma. There is something special about this place. I love the windy, grassy, and simple lay of the land. I can easily relate to the concept of sitting on a wrap-around porch in the middle of a farm with just the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, the warm smells of the prarie, and the sight of cattle grazing in the waving grass.

Ten Commandmets in Motion

2010-05-24T11:40:00.000-07:00

The Ten Commandments - motion (kinetic) typography from Vit Ryznar on Vimeo.

Saturday Breakfast

2010-05-15T22:38:00.000-07:00

I enjoy Saturday mornings having breakfast with my mom and sister. This morning we were blessed with a visit from my grandnephew.

Morning Walk

2010-05-13T22:52:00.000-07:00

This morning I walked Chamber's Bay with my friend Craig Hamilton. Here are some pics of what I saw.

Ukraine's got talent

2010-03-16T20:58:00.000-07:00

This video shows the winner of "Ukraine's Got Talent,"Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

The images, projected onto a large screen, moved many in the audience to tears, and she won the top prize.

She begins by creating a scene showing a couple, sitting holding hands on a bench under a starry sky, but then warplanes appear, and the happy scene is obliterated.

It is replaced by a woman's face crying, but then a baby arrives, and the woman smiles again. Once again, war returns, and Miss Simonova throws the sand into chaos from which a young woman's face appears.

She quickly becomes an old widow, her face wrinkled and sad, before the image turns into a monument to an Unknown Soldier. This outdoor scene becomes framed by a window as if the viewer is looking out on the monument from within a house.

In the final scene, a mother and child appear inside, and a man standing outside, with his hands pressed against the glass, saying goodbye.

The Great Patriotic War, as it is called in Ukraine, resulted in one in four of the population's being killed, with eight to 11 million deaths out of a population of 42 million.

Kseniya Simonova says: "I find it difficult enough to create art using paper and pencils or paintbrushes, but using sand and fingers is beyond me. The art, especially when the war is used as the subject matter, even brings some audience members to tears. And, there's surely no bigger compliment."

A Seattle brunch

2010-02-28T23:10:00.000-08:00

Yesterday a good friend from my childhood called me to say she was in town. She is down from Wasilla, Alaska to tend to her parents. Her parents had tickets to have brunch at the Space Needle today that they couldn't use. So my friend wanted to know if my mom and I would like to take their place. So we did.

It was a great day. Sunny, warm, and carefree. The bus picked us up at the world reknown King Oscar Motel parking lot and whisked us away to the Emerald City for a 10:00 three-course brunch. You can't go wrong with the view--especially on such a spring-like day--and the food was delisioso. I had to laugh when mom asked to have most of the main meal boxed to go so that she'd have room for the dessert. She's got her priorities right!

Study on glass

2010-02-25T23:05:00.000-08:00

Today I was invited by my good frond, Jodi, to go on a lunchtime photo shoot between rain clouds.

An inspirational story

2010-02-20T18:10:00.000-08:00

I thought this was a story worth posting.

Sunny observations

2010-02-19T22:37:00.000-08:00

Wow! What a terrific week of weather. It's amazing how a fair amount of vitamin D can change one's outlook. I've allowed myself to take time to enjoy God's creation and get out to shoot some pictures.

Last week I suffered from a nasty cold. I was holed-up in my house for most of the week--didn't even get out for a run. This week I've finally licked it and have been out on the pavement. It's felt like I've never ran before. I'll need to ease back into the routine.

This week I opted to run each day around the Chamber's Bay Golf Course. It's an awesome spot for a run. A bit hilly, but the views are great and I usually run into someone I know. Today I ran into Kirk and Debbie White and Terry, a high school classmate. Each day I brought my camera to take pictures with the aide of the setting sun.

Here are some of those pics along with some other sunny observations.

The scenic route

2010-02-04T20:11:00.000-08:00

This morning I had breakfast with my friend Sue. We go back at least 25 years when we worked with the youth at First Covenant Church here in Tacoma. She live out in Port Orchard, so we ate at the Pancake House. Good food! Pancakes make people happy! Well, they make me happy. It was great catching up on life. After breakfast, she gave me a tour of her house which has a fantastic view of Bremerton and the Olympic Mountains. I'm a little jealous!

Anyway, while she was showing me the yard, I heard the screech of an eagle which was perched in a tree a few houses down from Sue's. I'm always in awe when I see one of these great birds. Fortunately it's becoming a common occurance. I'm used to seeing them at Point Defiance, but not so close to traffic and people.

After our visit, I took the scenic route back home along the water. I ended up in Manchester. I can't say that I've ever been in Manchester before. I suppose my dad must have driven our family there at one time in our lives. But this is my first recollection of the place. What a nice spot. It has a terrific view of Seattle, Blake Island and Mount Rainier. It would be the perfect spot to see the sunrise.

I when happy with my camers. Here are some of the results of my time in Manchester.

Sunrise on Groundhogs Day

2010-02-02T22:45:00.000-08:00

Somehow I woke up in time to get out and take these shots. We've been blessed with terrific weather this past week. Well, acutally it did rain yesterday, but today's sun erased any memory of that.

Tenía mi primera clase española ayer.

2010-01-27T21:10:00.000-08:00

Last night was my first class of Spanish. My friend Jana motivated me to take the class. It didn't take much prodding since I've been wanting to learn the language for some time. At first I wasn't sure what to think of the class. We began by learning how many countries there were that spoke Spanish and repeated each name after the teacher. However, the speed quickly picked up. We mostly focused on learning subject pronouns.

I can't remember...I may have mentioned it in a previous post...I pulled my right hamstring last week. So both yesterday and today I walked two loops around the Chambers Bay Golf Course. The hills were just enough to stretch my leg. I hope to have a quick recovery. I plan to help out with the Curtis Track team in March. In fact, I ran into a few of the team on my walk.

The weather has been good for walking. Here are a few pictures I took while on my second loop.

The Cushman Trial

2010-01-25T22:10:00.000-08:00

Saturday I invited my running buddy, Rich, on a bike ride to check out the new Cushman Trail in Gig Harbor. The county just finished adding a couple additional miles to the trail. They did a fine job. There were some 10% grades on the way back that gave us a good workout.

Biking will have to be my form of exercise for the next couple of weeks. I pulled my right hamstring last Thursday during a standard run with my old Russell gang during lunch. I'm pretty bummed. Especially since the weather is supposed to be decent this week. This, in addition to my recent ankle discomfort, reminds me that my 50th birthday is this year. I've heard your body goes downhill after 50! I don't believe that, but I sure am reminded about it more lately.

Today I ran on the UPS track for a positive sign. However, it just confirmed that I have a minor pulled hamstring. Rats!

Today at Chambers Bay

2010-01-21T22:35:00.000-08:00

I took a break today to take in the sunset. I guess I have a need to appreciate the sun while it's around!

Good morning sunrise.

2010-01-20T22:36:00.000-08:00

I witnessed an awesome sunrise this morning. I owe it to three broken ribs.

A week ago Tuesday my mom fell and hit her side on the corner of a wooden chest that my dad's grandfather had made. For an 85-year old lady, she's pretty tough. She laid low for the week, thinking it was just bruised. However, after progressing to driving on Monday, yesterday she noticed that the pain was back with a vengeance. So, this morning we went back for a second visit to the doctor. While I waited, I took the opportunity to take these shots.

After my noon Toastmasters meeting, I went to the University of Puget Sound track to run six miles around a track. I couldn't have endured it as well without my iPod. However, I wasn't alone, so that helped. I chose to run on the track to help aid my ankle which has been aching. During the run, I would glance at Mount Rainier to monitor the accumulation of afternoon clouds as they shroud the mountain. I brought my camera along in case there was an equally fine sunset. It didn't happen.

An invite for dinner

2010-01-20T22:02:00.000-08:00

Two days ago my niece, Andrea, invited me for dinner--that would be on MLK Day. I jumped on the offer. It was a balmy, sun-filled day. The Chinook winds from the previous night blew in some nice weather. It was a welcomed change from the drippy days of last week.

I took my time driving up to their house in Lynnwood. I drove along the water to West Seattle and took pictures along the way. I reached Alki Point around sunset and got lost in the moment--surrounded by folks enjoying the out-of-doors, passing me in their preferred mode of enjoyment. What a great place!

I had a great meal with the Dahlmans. My niece and her husband, Jim, have four fun kids who enjoyed having their uncle over for dinner. I was a new audience for them while I enjoyed watching their unique performances. I had fun! I appreciate the chance to hang out with my family up north.

New discoveries in the rain

2010-01-15T16:51:00.000-08:00

Having lived in Tacoma all of my life, in the 31 years of running I cannot believe I haven't touched foot on the trails at Snake Lake. They're not too extensive, but they are well maintained and provide a nice nature break from city running--despite the puddles. A loop around the lake and the hill-side extension is about 1.65 miles. Thanks Tacoma!

With all of the rain we've been having, I've been feeling a bit smug... and snug, for having replaced my roof a couple of years ago. However, last night I was humbled with a leak! I called the roofers immediately without assessing the situation. It turns out that I had a crack in the glass from debris that fell from my neighbor's Douglas Fir, thanks to the wind. Guardian Roof came out anyway and caulked it up to buy me some time--free of charge! Thanks Guardian Roofing!

Cars can drive a body...

2010-01-12T21:14:00.000-08:00

Until today, I have taken my car for granted. I took it in for a scheduled oil change and left with four new tires, at cost. Well, it didn't happen that spontaneously. I actually left the dealer, deciding to buy them at Les Schwab. However, their price was no different than the dealer. So I scheduled another appointment and am now a proud, weary owner of four new tires.

Normally, this would not be so painful, but my current employment situation causes me to ponder--more than usual--the transfer of funds in this manner. In the end, though, I do have comfort knowing my wheels are fit for the road.

I loitered around the dealer's "comfort lounge" a couple of times today like I was waiting for a loved one to arrive from surgery. I read my bible study notes while I did my best to avoid watching Matt Lauer and his gang. Fortunately I was one of only two people there, so I tunred the sound down while the other dude was reading.

You can learn alot about an indiviudal by listening to their cell phone conversations. Believe me, I would rather not. However, there are people who apparently have the freedom to share their lives openly. One gal parked herself by a complimentary phone nearby and responded to a remark on the other line. She blew her cool and told of how she was a different person now and how she wished people could forget the past and see her for how she is now. She's saying all this while doing her banking with credit card receipts spread all over the table, all along everyone is looking up at each other wondering the same thing: Is she really doing this?

Now, don't get me wrong. We all have our moments. However, there comes a time when common sense kicks in. Common sense for me would have been to bring my iPod along, at least for next time.

Rainy Days and Mondays, Gotta Love It!

2010-01-11T21:57:00.000-08:00

I awoke this morning to the sound of rain dumping on my roof. I like the sound. I like my low-pitched roof for the very reason of being able to hear the rain. It helps in the enjoyment to know that my roof is just two years old with a 30-year warranty.

I put some coffee on and snuggled in my favorite chair to spend some time in the Word wondering if it was ever going to get light today. It eventually did get lighter, and even stopped raining halfway through my afternoon run. My ideal morning, like today, begins with coffee while doing my devotionals. I then move to my computer to check the email and delete the overnight spam offers that promise to enhance...things

Today I met with a client to go over their project. They have chosen a design direction that I provided and want to carry it to completion. I'm stoked! I look forward to developing their business cards and stationary, Powerpoint template, and website. What's most exciting about the work is that their business deals with historical financial documents, all of which are printed using the intaglio process (the process used in printing currency). Today I was able to see their collection of very old currency. It was incredible.

I've been nursing a goofy ankle injury. Today was my second day of running this year. Praise the Lord! I had no substantial pain after this run. I will be able to run my next run with less trepidation.

As I write this, the rain is once again drumming upon my roof--just in time to lull me off to sleep.

Enjoying the great outdoors

2010-01-10T22:21:00.000-08:00

Today started with a great sunrise. Since I attend church in Gig Harbor, I drove down to a frequented photo spot to take snaps at the sunrise over Mt. Rainier, seen from the harbor. I was so caught up in the moment that I was a bit late for the service.

After breakfast with a good friend of mine, I went home to change before heading to Chambers Creek for a hike with my camera. You know, I've lived here all of my life and I've never explored the trials that lead back into the creek. It was awesome! The water was running pretty good. I was wondering why they called this a creek rather than a river. The moss growth was incredible. I hardly saw a soul. I had the park to myself--at least that's what I told myself while traipsing over decomposing leaves on mosit, loamy soil.

Enjoying the moderate Northwest

2010-01-09T21:55:00.000-08:00

While the other two-thirds of the country is crippled by an arctic blast reaching clear down to Florida, I enjoyed a run through Tacoma with my friend Patrick. Oddly for me, this was my first run of the year! I've been nursing an ankle "issue." Nothing crippling (like an arctic blast), just an odd pain that is absent during my runs but is annoying when I walk. It's annoying! However, I had an encouraging run and great conversations with Pat.

Point Defiance has to be my favorite place to run. Although running in DC was a monumental occasion for me, Point D. is still the absolute best (even better when it's closed to traffic).

This is my first posting on my blog. I have this huge expectation I put on myself to write oodles of meaningful words that will capture my innermost feelings. Perhaps the feeling of uncertainty I have in starting my own freelance design gig, or the great support I have from my friends and family. Or, maybe the fulfillment I get from assisting with first-grade Sunday school at church.

Actually, I'm reading this book by Peter C. Newman called, Company of Adventurers. It traces the history of the Hudson's Bay Company from the second half of the nineteenth century to the company's contemporary work. Well, as contemporary as the book can go since the book's copyright of 1985. It's a fascinating read.

Since it's Saturday and a decent weather day, I spent more time than usual out of doors. I bought a new camera just before Thanksgiving and have been taking opportunities to get better acquainted with it. Here are a few pics I shot today.