Dusty Wyndow Blog

He asked me "do you speak French?” I answered with the most confident "oui je parles le Francais". He asked me a technical question about transmission lines and distribution in Medium Voltage to Low Voltage, and all I could do was mumble. Yes I failed. The other man, Mark the German, tried to maneuver the questions by making a turn-around that I also failed at. Just like any other close-minded, I am only seeing the black out of all the white. What happened in fact was that I impressed them both with the knowledge and the strength of operation I had in regards to procurement in engineering especially, but I can’t describe what happened when he asked me to speak in french. Was it the ongoing thought inside my mind telling me that I’m in the wrong place? That I don’t need this job? Or was it the lack of confidence I keep hiding away? We, the three of us, had a blast! Yes we had a blast implicitly confessing that this interview is going all wrong, that I don’t like th

Now for the real thrill, the Music Festival, held in the capital on more than 6 stages spread around its streets. The city was shining from afar, many performers took the stages and brightened the night with their chilling music, soft tunes, raging voices and unbelievable ambiance. More than 50 photographs of the event are displayed in the Facebook Album  . All respect goes to the organizers, who succeeded in bringing unsurpassed life to the city like never before. Nejmeh Roundabout was filled all again with the love it used to have. Martyr's Square center had surprisingly more than 400 pair of feet gathered there for a non-political reason. Young and old were enjoying amazing foreign bands taking over Beirut roads filling up the air with extraordinary musical perfume. All was great, even police members were among the crowd every once in a while. In the end I have to admit: Lebanese people? Sometimes you make me proud.

On dirait qu'au-dessous de l'arc-en-ciel y avait un bon coffre d'or, je l'appelais le coffre de paradis. Je pensais toujours que Dieu ou quelque soit la force majeur ne devrait jamais être si avide, si cupide pour l'argent. Je pensais qu'il a nous laissé une tout p'tite piece de son paradis favoris. Mais qui suis-je pour avoir la chance d'y aller, même pour une seule fois dans ma vie? Un rêve d'enfance refuse de mourir tot. Et voilà, mon ptit jardin caché qui m'a réjouit un énervant apres-midi... It seems that below every rainbow there was a good gold chest, which I called a trunk of paradise. I always thought that God, or whatever force majeure, should never be so greedy, so greedy for money. I thought he has left us all a piece of his little favorite paradise . But who am I to even have the chance to go there, not even for once in my life? Alas, a childhood dream refuses to die soon. And now, I share with you my little hidden garden whi

Only a few days ago I was told I could order a book of the life of Peace Pilgrim, the woman who kept walking for peace, totally for free. Having nothing to lose, I gave it a shot, and this is what I got.. A touching gift it was indeed, touching enough to rejoice me after a certain bad news. Thank you people of Peace Pilgrim Foundation, this was a gift for a liftetime.....

Watch me drag my sorrows my lost dreams For I am nothing but a lost wanderer...

Learn to be in the present. Withdraw your energy from the past. Don't waste your time in memories. What is gone is gone. Say goodbye to it and close the chapter. What has not come yet has not come yet. Don't unnecessarily waste your time and energy in imagination, because no imagination is ever fulfilled. It is because of this that the proverb exists in every language: "Man proposes, and God disposes" because you imagine a certain thing in the future, and it is never so. Withdrawing yourself from past and future, you will become a tremendously intense energy, focused in the present, concentrated in the present like an arrow. Each moment being aware, alert, watchful, in the herenow, is the way not to miss the train. Every experience needs your presence here, this moment. And this is a simple secret, but it opens the doors of existence, of all the mysteries, of all that is worth knowing, worth tasting, worth feeling, worth being...

Voila! The result of a very delighting morning photography session in the Al Baba Resto-Cafe. Food was more than fabulous, always fresh, always tasty. Bad luck for me I was fasting, still smelling the fragrance up til this moment. It started one week ago, the idea was already brewing and fermenting in my mind. I needed a makeover. I needed a new photography experience. Exhausted of conventional photography, and feeling resentment from our retarded weddings, I picked food photography. Research lead me to the idea that it's often known as "Food Orgasm", though clearly bold in my community, and would be offensive. A courageous and confident visit to the Resto-Cafe was all that it needed. I got the number of the owner, called her and she was surprisingly more than kind to offer me their own photography studio for free, for me to learn and acquire what I needed. Since their HQ was far away, I sticked to the branch near my house. Later met the branch manager, decided on a