Not even a breeze

One thing you never forget, growing up in northern North Dakota, is the relentless wind. 

On a visit home, recently, I caught myself staring at the windmill in our back yard.

I could not remember ever seeing it so still.  Even the frost was able to rest on its blades.

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Wired

When electrical lines were strung across the plains, there were few obstacles.  With such a wide-open canvas, the power company took the shortest distance between two points... and created a straight line of symetry.

On a plain with few landmarks to distinguish here from there, the tall poles take on a distinguished look, until they walk toward the horizon and disappear.

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You're never at the end of the road

This summer, I was invited to an event that turned into much more than just another speaking engagement.  The conference was hosted by ART, a trade organization whose members include interior designers, artists, manufacturers and retailers involved with the home furnishings industry.  In addition to workshops and presentations, participants—more than a hundred of us—had volunteered to work for a half-day on behalf of Jericho Road, a housing renewal effort created by the Episcopal Church.

At around noon on Friday, we boarded two charter buses for a trip to the urban neighborhood, where four houses had been built prior to our arrival.  Within four hours, the group would completely finish and furnish the interiors of all four homes, and make them ready for their new owners to arrive.  As we stepped off the bus, I noticed a man, sitting on the curb, as if he had reached the end of the road.

Manufacturers and retail sponsors had donated truck loads of furniture, sculptures, paintings and other artwork… to turn these inner-city homes into the kind of showcases that one might see in the pages of Architectural Digest.  It wasn’t just about the merchandise; it was the way 100+ volunteers—led by four expert design stars—approached the assignment with such passion and know-how.

There are many worthy non-profit organizations that help build homes for people in need.  But even seven years after Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans’ need runs deep.  Pressed into the mud in front of one of the houses that was still a tattered shell, I saw a piece of cardboard that someone had fashioned into a sign of despair:  "Homeless and Hungry... God Bless." 

That note of desperation amplified the good that Jericho Road and its' volunteers are doing, rebuilding entire neighborhoods, and changing peoples’ lives for the better.  They don’t just build and finish a home; they overhaul entire city blocks, and then move beyond, re-planting trees and shrubs far into their neighboring area.  A single homeowner or family does not benefit from a Jericho Road house… the entire community becomes a better place.

A church should always serve to build their congregation’s faith in God.  But having the opportunity to work side-by-side with the people of Jericho Road and ART… I also felt a renewed faith in people. 

My primary job during the afternoon was to photograph the before-and-after success of each of the four design/finishing teams.  But I also tried to capture the essence of the day; people working together, smiling through the sweat, and proving that when people are willing to help one another... you're never at the end of the road.  

To see more photos from this amazing experience, just click here to jump to my Photobucket page. 

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A bridge to nowhere

Even the end of the road can be an interesting place.

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The locked door

The irony caught my eye.

The salty air of the sea had all but stripped  the paint, and degraded the wood to little more than mush.

Still, the premise was protected by padlock.

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Dog tired

They appeared in numbers too large to count. Some traveled solo and others in packs. But either way, you could tell that survival was tiring for the stray dogs we saw throughout the Dominican.

They did not hide their exhaustion well.

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Stone road

It was a winding country lane, connecting farms with the distant city.

I wondered how long it took to build these stone rails, and when it had been done.  The structure looked as if it had been there for centuries, and would be there centuries more.

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Man's best friend

Dogs are abundant, roaming free and unattended, as if they are no less a part of society than humans.  It seemed to us that people do not adopt dogs in the Dominican Republic, but rather, that dogs adopt people.

On an afternoon walk, we spotted a puppy who had laid claim to the front porch of a man who sat in the shade. Both thought it a good time and place to relax.

It was an obvious partnership, at least in the dog’s eyes.

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House cleaning

Dominicans have a great deal of pride in the places they live.

It shows.

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A city, reflecting on itself

It was not the look of the bold, futuristic skyscraper that caught my eye.  On the contrary, it was the way it served as a mirror, so the city could reflect on its heritage. 

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