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Fear no. Strength yes.

I found the motivation, or the motivation found me. I walked the twisted rope of the Promenade des Anglais post . . . something. I guess a date, 14 juillet, is sufficient. Maybe that’s why we created calendars, to never forget our future nor forget our past. I moved forward into a panorama, so authentic. A sunny summer day found only in travel logs. Leisure individuals soaking in the sun and absorbing the azur salted waters. One has to identify this as a graveyard with open wounds.

Fear no. Strength yes.

Little did I know one of my first greeters would be Barbie, herself. This fragility was clearly marked but her words were piercing: “to you who confuse extremism with religion or ethnicity understand nothing!

Fear no. Strength yes.

Lovers attempt to be playful again. Smiles continue to be contagious. Where are we going? New arrivals come for their summer holiday only to be greeted by flowers of condolences. The daughter, of a clear malady, reached her limit and asked for her mother’s embrace. Bus stops now give timetables and missing person questions.

Fear no. Strength yes.

Flags are at their adolescent stage knowing one day they will return to their prime. The republic rests limply in the wind. Sugar rings worth a million smiles are imprinted into the street pavement by an unforgettable tire. The graves multiply. The memorials grow. Not one tells me that fear is real. Don’t stand there – be strong and move forward! If anything else, see oneself in others.

Fear no. Strength yes.

The background laughter can’t be silenced. A wake of flip-flops, sunburns and beach towels. Whose eyes are we seeing this through? Camera people and news reporters from all corners of the atlas squeeze in to find their place. This event must transcend; don’t loose sight. Please don’t make this stale, or even worse, a #hashtag.

Fear no. Strength yes.

I’m a republican! states an elder of the Muslim community. The source of all this is greater then the republic of France. Overshadowed by a memorial of international proportions. Something continues to grow, and it just might be love, life and colourful unity.

Fear no. Strength yes.

The memorials don’t end, even in the blinding sunlight. The shot must be perfect. Who are we as a human community? Freemen? Equals? Brothers? How could we not? Life is a one-way street and there is no reverse.

Fear no. Strength yes.

Words of a loyal city pick at my feet. A place on the globe that is the globe. Arguments of reverence break the air at the last memorial. Emotions on edge. “I am the world.” Chanted together it becomes the first person plural.

Fear no. Strength yes.

Does one really run away from all this? Or stay connected to the absence? It’s always warmer in someone else’s home. Finally the conclusion was an image. A small family took a photo in front of a monument dedicated to the republic; an icon niçois. Ordinary, no? The daughter was blind. How could her father explain the beauty of the moment in words? The image is everything and she couldn’t see it. However she could feel it. I could not muster the conviction to take a photo of them just like I couldn’t take ones of the incoherent stains of lost life scattered across the ground. It is these moments that can’t be seen but only felt.

Peur non. Force oui.

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Little did I know one of my first greeters would be Barbie, herself.

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This fragility was clearly marked but her words were piercing: “to you who confuse extremism with religion or ethnicity understand nothing!”

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New arrivals come for their summer holiday only to be greeted by flowers of condolences. The daughter, of a clear malady, reached her limit and asked for her mother’s embrace.

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Bus stops now give timetables and missing person questions.

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Flags are at their adolescent stage knowing one day they will return to their prime.

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The republic rests limply in the wind.

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Sugar rings worth a million smiles are imprinted into the street pavement by an unforgettable tire.

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The graves multiply. The memorials grow. Not one tells me that fear is real. Don’t stand there – be strong and move forward!

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If anything else, see oneself in others.

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Whose eyes are we seeing this through?

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Camera people and news reporters from all corners of the atlas squeeze in to find their place. This event must transcend; don’t loose sight. Please don’t make this stale, or even worse, a #hashtag.

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I’m a republican! states an elder of the Muslim community.

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The source of all this is greater then the republic of France. Overshadowed by a memorial of international proportions.

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Something continues to grow, and it just might be love, life and colourful unity.

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The memorials don’t end, even in the blinding sunlight. The shot must be perfect.

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Who are we as a human community? Freemen? Equals? Brothers? How could we not?

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Words of a loyal city pick at my feet. A place on the globe that is the globe.

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Arguments of reverence break the air at the last memorial. Emotions on edge. “I am the world.” Chanted together it becomes the first person plural.

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  1. 17 July 2016 at 4:44 pm

    Your photos are quite moving, and we can continue to bring flowers and worship the grave sites in public squares, however, this should be a lesson, a thought, a eye awaking of what may come in a holocaust repeated and instead the churches should be full with people on their knees in prayer. This is something I would create and followup with your blog. Mom

  2. Keenan Andrew - ValleyForge-HSB
    18 July 2016 at 7:24 pm

    WOW Scott, it has been a very long time since I last heard form you. I am so glad that you weren’t hurt in that tradgedtie. I think of you often and am glad that you got back in touch. I am on a lunch break and need to get back to work. I will e mail you again and catch up. Prayers Andrew

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