first 4 weeks.

God's plan.

Week 1.  Sitting at a table on Thammasat University's campus, I absentmindedly removed my rings while lost in thought, surveying the tropical campus around me.  I looked down at the ring in my hand and was flooded with thankfulness and astonishment at what I saw there:  Thailand.  It was a moment when I knew that I was exactly where God wanted me... in His hands, following His plan and His purpose.

Victory Monument.

Week 2.  Victory Monument-- a downtown transportation hub in Bangkok.  Surrounding the 'round about there are hundreds of roadside stands.  You can get anything you need here: fresh fruit, fried food of any kind, clothes, shoes, McDonalds, rice, suction-cup toothbrush holders, jewelry, coffee... and most importantly for me, a ride back to Rang Sit where I live.

a helping hand.

Week 3.  As I walked from one language school to the next on a bright [read: hot] afternoon, I just couldn't resist taking this picture.  At first I walked by them, then turned around and came back.  There was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs who looked at me like I was crazy.... but I didnt care because its not like I will ever see him again.  What I like most about this picture is the situation.  I took this picture in a very wealthy section of town, right outside the some of the fanciest, biggest malls in the world.  This woman and her children (you can tell by the clothes) are definitely from the lower class.  When I look at this picture, I wonder what their stories are... how they live, what the children's lives will be like....

feedin time.

Week 4.  If you know me, you know how I love animals.  And communicating with them.  :)  These guys were great.  They made me smile.  At least, until I walked a little further down the street and saw a dead body lying in between some railroad tracks.  There were police all around. People yelling, pointing, taking pictures...  I was just walking along, taking pictures of pigeons.  And a man died.  Sh*t just got real... real, real.  The rest of my walk back to the van at Victory Monument was filled with prayers for the city of Bangkok.  There is darkness all around...