Building peace begins by building bridges. Seeking understanding, from both history and the present. On this day of commemoration, the 102nd anniversary of the Armenian Genocide, I prefer to look at the present, building for the future. Using history as reference, not to dwell upon in anger. Instead, focusing with our hearts and minds to one day, soon, have two beautiful nations of sisters and brothers, rebuild this bridge that once linked Turkey and Armenia. Finding our commonality. The bonds that link us as fellow human beings. For the kindness of our children, the need to bring peace and hope, for the betterment of all humanity.
Caption ~ The bridge, crumbling in ruin from the ancient medieval city of Ani, on the Turkey side of the border, that once straddled this gentle flowing river to neighboring Armenia.
So Much Love to Share ~ Here with more amazing photography from my @natgeocreative colleagues, available as sign prints this week only in honor and respect of Earth Day…love how @amivitale has brought so much attention to pandas, the most amazing photograph I has seen in a long time of lightening and birds in flight by @randyolson, his partners gentle approach to bringing us into a story, in this instance a playful dog on in stride by @melissafarlow, the always inspiring and dear friend who’s decades of work on tigers has helped same many species from the brink of extinction by @stevewinterphoto and the mastery of mountains of landscapes, @pedromcbride. Click on the link in my bio to order these signed prints and more for only $100 each from these incredibly gifted friends.
Print Sale ~ Remembering this truly mystical morning...the moment when the waining blue-blissful light of a setting full moon began merging with the rising warmth of the sun. Before me rose Mount Bromo, gently exhaling its life. In far distance, the equally spiritual, Mount Semeru, swirling in raging dance while quiet Mount Batok rested in dormancy at the foothill of morning fog within the Teggera caldera in East Java, Indonesia. These incredible geological formations were published as part of my story “The Gods Must be Restless” in the January 2008 issue of National Geographic magazine. So please we are offering this truly unique photograph as a signed print through for $100 from April 17th - April 22nd in honor of Earth Day.
Click on the link in my profile to purchase this image and see all the signed prints featured in @natgeocreative’s Flash Sale. All my best, John Stanmeyer
Dearest Antonin Kratochvil becomes the mystical VII.0 today ~ happiest of beautiful days, brother.
Antonin, in his all giving ways, has more than inspired me over the decades. His view of our world, our humanity, takes us all into deep retrospect of our being. Thank you. Thank you, Antonin, for your legacy your humility to change our world for the better.
Happy 70th Birthday, John
Caption: Tea break at a brick factory near Peshawar, Pakistan.
Trauma, fear. Anguish and misery. The scars inflicted upon the conscience, wrecks the mind for all our days to come. What we and our children bear witness, either in word or action, in our homes, neighborhoods or across our planet, rips open a crevasse of harrowing depth. The deeds of war bore deeper, shattering our bodies, our minds. Our souls. The earth doesn't need us. We are insignificant. The significance of what conflict, anger, war and rage does to us, lasts a lifetime. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating. Repeating. Until we stop the atrocities, we will never know peace. The earth doesn't need us.
From the archive ~ Convulsing in misery, mothers and children break in unflinching sorrow after returning to their home in Memo, East Timor, to find everyone in their village murdered by pro-autonomy militia. 1999
Childhood lost, slashing at time, lancing at sugarcane, in Uttar Pradesh, India.
Unfortunately, I have met too many Mohit's. Once, there was a sparkle in his eye. I witnessed its dim flicker behind his aging face when speaking to this kind 14 year-old. A laborer, no longer a student, he toils in early morning between sweet sugarcane, taller than he.
In many societies and counties, without opportunity, we become locked, into a cycle of difficulty, an infinite loop. Where beauty found is in the light, a light we no longer can see.
Running up hill, we came upon Hmayak Patrosyan and his flock. Facing each other, herd and herder, in a dialogue only they knew, briefly resting before continuing along the gracious rolling hills of northwestern Armenia.
Pleased to share that the new @outofedenwalk@natgeo website has taken first place in this years Best of the Web Awards. Visit www.outofedenwalk.com to see countless stories written by #PaulSalopek and numerous unpublished photographs of mine from more that 4 years working on the Out of Eden Walk project for @natgeo. Details on this important recognition to Paul's journey are on my IG bio. Most important, thank you for following me and the @outofedenwalk here on Instagram.
Two springs ago, under a borrowed umbrella, the gentle patter of soft falling rain, I stood in wonder, not fear, between mustard fields of Anatolia, Turkey. We never know where the road takes us. Once walking, without trepidation, it is the storms and clouds that come and go, finding that the sky and the sun, are always there.
Each of us are a product of our upbringing. What we see, hear, feel, learn from our fathers or mothers, neighbors or strangers, imbeds in our heart and mind. Anger or happiness. Idleness or commitment, war or peace. Every experience, every action or inaction, word or expression, becomes who we are once adults. With so much we can do in achieving as humans, the weakness we impose through suffering, unkind acts, oppression upon others, war and displacement, all burden humanity. Working in studio today, again I could not shake these continued realities, recalling a disturbing wall of art I once saw in Kabul, sketched in black chalk...by children. Bearing witness to years, decades of war, pain and weakness, teaches us nothing more than to repeat such actions, a circle of misery that knows no end, until we awaken to the harm we cause, the need to accept in equality, for peace and hope, our sisterhood and brotherhood. @natgeo@natgeocreative@thephotosociety@viiphoto#kabul#afghanistan#childsdrawing#drawing#tanks#battle#war#pain#suffrage#weakness#achievepeace
She hid from rain, running beneath a whimsical, smiling umbrella. This evening in thought with the more than 30,000 displaced lives I met in 2014, from Syria, at a refugee camp in Turkey. A pensive reminder to the difficulties still carried by millions on our earth today. In deep respect by the strength shown in many who have the courage to leave everything, seeking a better life, no matter how difficult the journey. Safeguarding themselves, their children, from those who oppress, control, limit our spirit, our inalienable right as humans to be free. With opportunities. In peace. In balance. To be accepted, no matter who we are. This pink umbrella made me smile that beautiful rain-filled afternoon in September.