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Southern Ingenuity:
When life gives you days in the desert, where both the temperature and heat index exceed 100 degrees, MAKE TEA. You can take me outta the South, but you can’t take the South outta me. While others sit in their circles complaining, I’m out here making the best of a bad situation every chance I get!
—Sun
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Southern Ingenuity:

When life gives you days in the desert, where both the temperature and heat index exceed 100 degrees, MAKE TEA. You can take me outta the South, but you can’t take the South outta me. While others sit in their circles complaining, I’m out here making the best of a bad situation every chance I get!

—Sun

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Homecoming

Half a world away, I lie here
unable to escape restlessness

Vivid images play on repeat,
and even with shut eyes

I cannot look away

My slumber has been compromised
by the echoing thunder of war

Although here,
There will be no cries from sirens or loudspeakers

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A few shots that I captured of T-Wall Art in Baghdad, Iraq


Face the Day… Come What May

Iraqi Sunrise

I’m standing outside waiting for the sun and moon to trade places. The morning sky fades flawlessly from that beautiful midnight blue, down to the reddish orange color of the eastern horizon. I see the lights of aircraft twinkling in the distance. The moon is a sharp crescent pointing directly at the place that I expect to see the sun appear, as if it is bowing in preparation. It’s the first sunrise that I will see, on this side of the world.  There’s a nice breeze, and it’s actually cool outside, for the moment. There are only a few birds chirping, as the cricket orchestra begins to prepare for their grand finale. As I gaze over sandbags that cover the bunker a few yards in front of me, more birds begin to join the symphony, cheering the sun on. A handful bats just passed by playfully rushing home to rest after a night of feasting.

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Taji Nights

Black Bird

In the wee hours of the morning, I like to go outside and listen to the muezzin lead the call to prayer over a loudspeaker in the distance.  Its warm and dusty out here tonight, but there’s a calm wind blowing that familiar gunpowder scent around.  Suddenly, as if he was waiting his turn, a cricket chimes in immediately after the prayer is done, reminding me of summer nights in the South.

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