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Dedicated to One Of the Greatest Hindi Journalists Prabhash Joshi who left us for ever just day before.
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Merton often appears to be the observer and commentator who borrows everything from outside, from someone else. Sometimes he writes as a kind of contemplative journalist, and in that relaxed mood he is often at his best. What we get from Merton is not a structured, objective vision but the light of his brilliant and sensitive subjectivity, opening the things of this world which we share with him to the beauty, depth, and simplicity within them. Everything is experienced in the music of this spirit. We have left behind the theological score to enjoy the sapiential music itself, the communicated experience.
-The future of wisdom : toward a rebirth of sapiential Christianity / Bruno Barnhart ; foreword by Cynthia Bourgeault ; afterword by Cyprian Consiglio.
Copenhagen journalists photographed at Svaneke harbour during a private visit by the queeen of Denmark, May 9, 2025.
JAMAL KHASHOGGI
Jamal Ahmad Khashoggi (Medina, Saudi Arabia, 13 October 1958 – Istanbul, Turkey, 2 October 2018) was a Saudi journalist, political commentator, and dissident voice who became a global symbol of the price of truth when truth disturbs absolute power. His story is not that of an ordinary reporter: it is the story of a man who grew up within an authoritarian system, who understood the machinery of power from the inside, and who therefore knew exactly how propaganda can turn into violence.
Origins, family, and education
Khashoggi was born in Medina, one of the most important cities in Islam. He came from a well-connected and socially recognized Saudi background: his family had status and access, and he grew up close enough to institutions and elites to understand how authority truly functions. This point is crucial: Jamal Khashoggi was not a dissident “from the margins.” He was a man who knew the structure—and became dangerous precisely when he chose not to lie.
He studied and developed part of his education abroad, which helped shape a broader view of politics and freedom of expression. His professional identity was built on journalism rooted in facts and direct observation: he did not write to entertain, he wrote to expose.
Journalistic career and public role
For decades, Khashoggi worked as a journalist in Saudi Arabia and across the Arab world. He had close knowledge of political life and witnessed crises, wars, transformations, and power struggles. He wrote about sensitive subjects: corruption, extremism, internal repression, war, and the relationship between society and religious authority.
In this stage, his role was complex: on one side he was a journalist with access and connections; on the other he tried to preserve an independent space of thought. This tension reflects a country where speaking truth is always dangerous and every sentence becomes a negotiation with the limits imposed from above.
Exile and the choice to speak
In the final years of his life, as political repression intensified in Saudi Arabia and the control of critical voices grew harsher, Khashoggi increasingly collided with power. His public positions, his call for reform, his criticism of censorship, and his denunciation of arrests of opponents made him unacceptable to the regime.
He moved to the United States and began writing as a columnist for The Washington Post. At that point his voice became international—and therefore even more intolerable. He was no longer a manageable dissenter within the country’s borders: he had become a global witness.
Private life and his relationship with Hatice Cengiz
On a human level, Jamal Khashoggi was not only a political symbol: he was a man with a private life, love, and plans. He was engaged to Hatice Cengiz, who would later become a crucial witness after his disappearance. Their story makes the tragedy even more brutal: Khashoggi entered a building expecting to complete paperwork necessary to marry and build a life, and was instead erased.
His death: how, where, and why
On 2 October 2018, Jamal Khashoggi entered the Saudi Consulate in Istanbul, Turkey, to obtain documents required for his marriage. He never came out.
International investigations and reconstructions indicate that he was lured into a trap: inside the consulate a team of Saudi agents was waiting. Khashoggi was killed and his body was made to disappear. The brutality of the operation—carried out inside a consulate, a formally diplomatic space—turned the case into a message to the world: no place is safe if power decides you must vanish.
The murder of Khashoggi was not “just another killing.” It was a political execution. An act of state terror against an unarmed man, guilty of only one thing: writing, criticizing, thinking.
Those who ordered it, and its historical meaning
Questions about who ordered the murder and higher-level responsibility have marked the entire case. The most disturbing truth is this: an operation of that kind is not the action of uncontrolled criminals, but the expression of a power structure capable of using death as a political instrument.
Khashoggi became a symbol of the violation of press freedom, the repression of dissidents, and the fragility of human rights when they collide with economic interests and geopolitical convenience.
Why Khashoggi belongs in this series
Jamal Khashoggi died for truth in a modern and terrifying way: not in a public execution, but through a planned disappearance, inside an official building, in the twenty-first century.
His death forces a question the world continues to avoid: how many times does global politics choose silence over justice when truth becomes inconvenient for the powerful?
“I want to get to Key West and get away from it all.”
– Ernest Hemingway (American novelist, short-story writer and journalist)
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D5200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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... "La sombra (la oscuridad) no existe. Aquello que tú llamas sombra (oscuridad) es la luz que no ves." Henri Barbusse (1873/1935) - Escritor y periodista.
... "The shadow (the darkness) does not exist. What that you call shadow (darkness) is the light that you don't see you." Henri Barbusse (1873/1935) - Writer and journalist.
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“Pioneers” by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson (1864-1941)
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
They were the sons of field and flock since e'er they learnt to ride,
We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years
As those explorers of the bush -- the brave old pioneers.
'Twas they who rode the trackless bush in heat and storm and drought;
'Twas they who heard the master-word that called them farther out;
'Twas they who followed up the trail the mountain cattle made,
And pressed across the mighty range where now their bones are laid.
But now the times are dull and slow, the brave old days are dead
When hardy bushmen started out, and forced their way ahead
By tangled scrub and forests grim towards the unknown west,
And spied the far-off promised land from off the range's crest.
Oh! ye that sleep in lonely graves by far-off ridge and plain,
We drink to you in silence now as Christmas comes again,
To you who fought the wilderness through rough unsettled years --
The founders of our nation's life, the brave old pioneers.
Nice to see this old house on the ridge is still occupied.
This set pics i do cut out a little, this dancel was vevry pitiful bcs of weather
so bad and cold,rain at that time but she still vevry happy to do for us shot pics , Thank you for Xiaochu .
Herbert Kretzmer, journalist and lyricist, London 2011.
I’ve been so caught up in the US election and all that is going on here that I only just learned of Herbert’s passing. Had the honor of meeting him for a shoot, which turned into a lovely day of hearing his wonderful stories over numerous cups of tea. A ‘giant of his trade’, he fondly remarked how ‘that little musical’, changed his life. “Les Misérables has bought me my London house and my wife, who I met at the opening-night party in New York. I often marvel at how those few feet between [producer] Cameron Mackintosh’s sofa and his door changed my life”...
Charming, talented, humble, generous and a gentleman through and through, you will be missed. RIP, Herbie...
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What is so unique about this place , it is an architectural wonder made by the engineers of tamilnadu way back in 1960 during the rule of Kamaraj. This is a conduit or rather a passage thats been dug across the mountains of valparai. The special aspect of this is that it stretches for about 8 kms inside the mountains connecting aliyar dam and neerar dam.Inthis they have tried to supply water to the otherwise water starved zones. I tried walking inside for sometime and then the darkness and the story that a leopard had killed a 5 year old girl recently dampened my spirit. anways here is the place one should get to see atleast once in their lifetime. No such projects were taken by any CM who succeeded Kamaraj.
Spent the better part of today in the newsroom shooting portraits of political candidates. I passed the time in between sittings by snapping a few photos of the journalists busy at work.
Daniel Alarcón is a Peruvian-American author who closed out the Chicago Humanities Festival last night and was really engaging as he presented some stills from his graphic novel release, City of Clowns and talked about performance artists, outcasts, and politicians in Peru. He also talked quite a bit about different identities people have and language as a mode of human expression. I just finised At Night We Walk in Circles not too long ago by him and found it to be an interesting book about politics and acting on a surface level but, on a much deeper level, about love and identity. Recommended!
Note: The word human in this photograph was taken from the Chicago Humanities Festival words next to him-I was playing with this. The whole festival this year focused on Citizen and what it meant truly to be a citizen. I think, to me, being a citizen of not just a country but the world means you are a human being who redeems the sum total of us by taking part in reaffirming activities that elevate us all. Being a citizen means rejecting harmful power and political structures that reduce the artist and creator within contemporary society and instread to actively encourage great artists to flourish. Being a citizen can also mean searching for insight and context into this modern world. Well, that's what it means to me, anyhow. I would love to hear the viewpoints of others.
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Journalist: Rie Elise Larsen og Stine F. Mathiasen Fotograf: Lisbett Wedendahl
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I made the B&W version for the same cellphone photographer picture, I am hoping to get a journalistic feel with it.
Please lte me know what you think about the B&W version. Thanks
Pride Parade, downtown Vancouver. August 2017.
Fuji X-Pro2
Fuji XF 90mm F2 lens
ACROS with Yellow Filter
Journalist for the free news paper .SE, walking around asking people what cultural sites they would recommend... I said "Ehm... The Vasa museum?" :D
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Chicago, IL
October 2nd, 2012
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My uncle just passed away a week ago and he was a journalist and well known historian in the Netherlands. I am receiving articles about him and the one mentioned him as a "gentleman journalist". This scene today at the Remembrance Day Ceremony made me think of him. There is a fine line between recording events as a journalist and respecting the significance of the moment. This soldier was doing his best to reflect on the moment ahead of him while behind him the media was making sure others who could not make it to the cenotaph, could see it on tv or read about it in the paper. I wonder how my uncle would have handled this moment knowing that the Canadian soldiers helped give his family freedom in the Netherlands.
Joseph Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English journalist, novelist, poet, and short-story writer. He was born in British India, which inspired much of his work.
Kipling's works of fiction include the Jungle Book duology, Kim, the Just So Stories and many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King". Wikipedia