August 28, 2011

Exclusive on the Revolution and M&M's in Egypt

Photos by Jumanah in the heart of the revolution in Egypt and with a rich background in Switzerland

M&M's in Egypt, OJ in Switzerland and a major Revolutionary War up close and personal with a Seattle, WA native.

Story pending completion 2012

April 7, 2011

photography updates


March 28, 2011

Nothing But the Truth

March 18. 2011


by Sarah K Grundy

Two of several professions follow a code of ethics are journalists and lawyers.

Nothing But the Truth movie with Kate Beckinsale can make you think twice about being a journalist as a gateway to being a novelist I don't think they are friends.

One is artistic, a novelist can take you on a creative writing journey through your heart and soul, lead to a screenplay, a film, make you cry or laugh, designed to inspire generations across cultural boundaries.

A newspaper article however can give you facts, yes, make you argue, get political, must be factual and very, very objective and is iron clad with rules, red tape, codes enough to make me question freedom of speech, freedom of the press and first amendment rights completely, while holding those in power to their words, it's very depressing...

I once wanted to be an attorney eluding to the fact that it was a career designed to bring justice, being a journalist is a close second. It is a passionate career that requires a lot of devotion, at times life threatening. But is it worth it?


March 16, 2011

jungles of the tropics

copyrighted photos by Sarah K Grundy 2011

People, places and things, leave a residue.

The hills and mountains of Jamaica never left me, long after I left, Harlem and Africa remain, even leave a stain.

Tropical Florida is surprisingly similar to many places we consider third world, exotic and tropical. Deep dark penetrating sunsets that melt in your mouth through the forever ascending palm trees over the pink thick dense skies through miles of jungle. The warm air. The heat. The lights in the sky similar to the Northern Lights.

The liberation of the water and empty sandy beaches. Sting Rays, Jelly Fish the size of your head, sharks, dolphins. Bikini's. Surf boards and boogie boards, skim boards. Hemp mats you can lay on all day listening to the waves rush in and out while seagulls peck at your toes and starfish tangle in your dreadlocks, weaving past Pelicans dinner menus.

Sunrise, and birds of origins you can't imagine, calling you to the day, noises at night that make you thankful you're indoors. Wildlife you can't identify around every corner, much of which could safe your life, or end it.

Innocence and Ignorance reminiscent of war torn borders of Cambodia, Ethiopia and other extremes-like Chechnya, Argenina- places that seemingly will never change without those courageous enough to risk their lives provoking it- risking death due to the tolerance for pain within the people or possibly a devotion to religion, same difference. Birds flocking to and fro from a bush for the entire day thousands of them, and you can't understand why they are there or if maybe they are bats(wondering if the myth about bats in your hair is true as you pass by on your way to the library.) The peace and quiet lurking mysteriously and manipulatively.

Everyone knowing your name whether they like you or not.

The kids roaming freely through the yard yelling, "Keeta, Keeta, Keeta" with sticks larger than them resembling bamboo which fell from the palm trees yet the fact remains, distant waters don't quench the immediate thirst. So off I go. Homeward Bound.

I will not miss brown recluse spider bites you have to extract the venom from and be ill for days over, racist third graders, failing schools with the intellect of a siv and the racial knowledge of a third grader who's parents fly the confederate flag on their pick up trucks. Farewell to this jungle, I'm sure you will follow me when I go.

Look for a story with the Civil Rights organizations & handling of race issues in Englewood, FL schools.

March 4, 2011

The Code

March 16. 2011


by Sarah K Grundy
I got a slap on the wrist this week.

An important and sometimes tough lesson for writers is learning the code of ethics. I'm not actually sure if authors have the same concerns, but I'd imagine there's a certain code to be followed. I kind of feel like a pirate and I've been granted "parlay."

I wrote a story for an Acupuncture physician using only the facts I knew to be true and "CUT!" the story won't print. I broke the code in a variety of ways. See how much I need more schooling! My Communications education, not helping too much right now.
The main character in the book I'm reading, Amy Inspired, while trying to get published decided or rather was forced into taking up jogging for her inspiration, you remember her roomate the uber motivated and athletic one, she initiated it. As she was in the midst of feeling the bliss that joggers get she fell down a hill and sprained her ankle. So together we are tripping all over ourselves while we, as my grandmother said in a letter recently, "Keep the dream alive."
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