The Faces and Emotions of Peace BAINBRIDGE ISLAND, WA - November 12, 2009 Cameron Karsten Photography is a portrait of peace. On Thursday, Nov. 12th from 6 - 8:30PM, an Artist’s Reception at The Upstairs Gallery in The Pavilion commemorates a new display of photography. Captured from around the world, the Bainbridge Island exhibition kicks-off Cameron Karsten’s upcoming adventure to East Africa and is part of the One World Multicultural Festival; an all-day event celebrating world diversity with international foods, cultural music, exotic dance, conceptual art and in [View Full Entry]

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The soul of the roving Cameron Juan Karsten is within photography and writing. He yearns for expansive adventure of the deepest value in order to express the tales of humanity. [View Full Entry]

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Bears are a species I have never encountered, and to be honest, a species I’ve always wished to experience. A bear by my car. A bear in my trashcan. A bear in the sights of my telephoto or a bear scurrying away in daylight at the trailhead. But a bear near my bed or next to my tent? I don’t care for that. Ah yes, Yosemite National Park. In my first twenty-five years of being human I never witnessed The Colossus despite living a mere five hours south. It was always one of those undesired, over-populated RV hog-towns where [View Full Entry]

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Monday Evening Surrounding me are large pines, oaks and birches. Their leaves dance with the breeze in rhythms of a Fall melody, rustling like sequin designs presenting kaleidoscopic colors of greens, yellows, oranges and reds. Draped along branches swaying in a swooned throng, the arbors tower into a deep cast of infinite blue. “Simone,” I shout. Opening the fence, I step inside his property line and stride across a patch of freshly mowed grass. No response. I call out again. “Simone!” A disturbance swells from the bushes. I direct [View Full Entry]

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[url=http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Washington/Olympic-National-Park/blog-433869.html/]<<<...Continued There is little hope in my mind. I hear waves. Not calm smooth waves, but a miasmic destruction of breakers crushing one another before steamrolling onto shore. I open my eyes and blink into a soft morning light. Inside my tent, it’s neither bright nor dark. It’s that shade of gray matter infusing all color, dissolving vibrancy like bleach to a load of reds. The rain-fly covers the vents above my body, making it impossib [View Full Entry]

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[url=http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/Washington/Olympic-National-Park/blog-432278.html]<<...Continued La Push, Washington is at the edge of the universe. It’s out there… way out there. And La Push is one of the finest surfing and camping destinations in the state. When the waves are good, it is intense. Big beautiful busty bountiful crests pitch over onto the neoprene heads of surfers. And when the waves are not on, when the sea is blown out—winds howling, rains horizontal, tree trunks slamming the rocky shores&m [View Full Entry]

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There are rules to the road and I was obviously ready and willing to learn. I jumped in the car, hours late and having just packed, and was completely discombobulated. But what mattered most was to be in the car, heading north, heading west, heading south, heading east. I was reeling for the Queets River, some 40 miles south of Forks, Washington. But like I said I was late, and my compatriot who was going to “introduce” me to the steelhead country up the Lower Queets Valley was missing. For three days and three nights we planned a serious backcountry fly-fishing [View Full Entry]

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<<...Continued Sunday: Day 2 I looked out the window at a beautiful panoramic view; a city that shone with luscious light the day before, a city now shrouded in dark grey clouds. It was raining in Seattle and I rolled over on the couch, fully clothed, and reach out for the table. I felt for my phone, grabbed it and checked the time: 5:54am. In fact, it was pouring. And it was this serene rhythm that awoke me from a deep state of unconsciousness, one infused [View Full Entry]

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Awkward? Yes. Uncomfortable? In the beginning… yes. Strange and out-of-place? Very much so. Liberating to the bones? You could not even imagine! A sunny Saturday. The summer day beautiful. A sky expanding its wings far beyond the horizons, reaching high into a blue emptiness. People were out underneath its canopy; walking, jogging, sitting, eating, playing and biking. I was performing the latter, cycling upwards, climbing the steeps from downtown Seattle to Capitol Hill. I pedaled furiously, sweat beading in all those warming places. Huff. One. Puff. Two. Muf [View Full Entry]

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<<...Continued There were few faces along the river. Many were leftover weekend-goers from the 4th of July festivities. Others were people, families and wayward souls living off the grid. They were stationed in the forest with their old dusty RVs, outdoor picnic benches setup as an all-in-one kitchen, dining room and den, and 4H petting zoos. One group tethered two goats where food scraps were tossed beside a carriage of horses that slashed their black wispy tails [View Full Entry]

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