random thought: the beauty of different
Ixora from my grandmother's garden in Trinidad. Photographed with Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens.
When I was about 12 years old, like most 12-year-olds I suppose, I was obsessed with being just like my friends. I wanted to dress like them, I wanted to look like them, I wanted to act like them, I wanted hair like them. You can imagine my fresh hell as a kid right-off-the-boat from Trinidad, newly living in the decidedly homogenous community of Kingwood, Texas.
I'm sad to report it took a very, very long time for me to stop wanting to be like everyone else.
Now, it's almost 30 years later. During that time, I have been exceedingly fortunate to have traveled all over the world. I've visited over 25 countries on 5 continents and several islands, and have made meaningful connections with people from many cultures, nations, religions, orientations, backgrounds.
I've learned viscerally,
deep in my soul
beyond a shadow of a doubt
that different is very