post 273/365
The sun has a twinkle, as it rises over the mountain High. I stood there. Staring. A snow-capped peak stared back. I became exceedingly captivated by its beauty and its opulent presence.
Author: karenkaram
The Grapes of Glory
post 272/365
Sea born mist hangs low, one can almost smell November in the vineyards. The grape leaves curl in fall colors and the sun has no warmth anymore, only last year’s vintage to shake the chill. Summer’s essence is held in a glass. Earths vocation and fruit lay sweetly in a bottle. You can still feel the summer’s Mediterranean sun in the bouquet of last year’s wine. This familiar scent of earth, water, and grapes is the scent of home.
The Maverick Gallerist
post 271/365
As a business model, the art gallery occupies a unique position. Functioning as the bridge between art’s existence as a commercial enterprise and its role as a philosophical pursuit, a gallery, unlike other businesses, has a measure of success that is completely divorced from its financial earnings: by championing important artists, and putting on daring and provocative shows, they can become part of art history even if they never generate a massive profit.
The National Library
post 270/365
What happened to this place that once stood tall? Served as a palace of intellectual growth, or perhaps a gateway from one place to another time, one world to another realm, connecting minds and hearts.
The Wise Words of the Village Fool
post 269/365
The asphalt road ends with a beaten track. Although one is connected to the other, yet there is a clear line of division between the manmade road and the one that the trees and the passing of time have devised.
The Voice of a Lost Generation
post 268/365
Why would I care about my existence instead of my becoming?
All things live to end as new tunes.
The difference between freedom and submission is a choice.
(tlat daka’ik, 3 minutes)
The Lost Times
post 267/365
They sit at the station, with nowhere to go, empty rusting trains asking themselves when will they reach their destiny.
The Art and Beauty of Hrissé
post 266/365
There are many roles in which food could play in our social lives. Food has a certain power beyond its physical purposes; not only can it satisfy, but it can inspire, inform and unify people. It evokes creativity and grounds us to our culinary heritage and our land.
Where the Streets Have no Name
post 265/365
I want to run. I want to hide. I want to find my way in this city with many lives.
The Forgotten Temples
post 264/365
A few kilometers from Furzol, along the Damascus Road, lies the town of Niha, with its beautifully restored Roman temple that rises majestically out of the wilderness. Its body in ruins and frail, it tells of many tales of a lost time.
365 Days of Lebanon 