JASDON IS OK

these ramblings of mine

Joanna and Ehab had a baby and it’s a girl!

Jason in Beirut

Some of the very first friends I made in Lebanon were Joanna and Ehab. I remember my very first weekend in the country, back in September of 2012, they invited me to the beach. A few months later, we traveled to India together.

I took photos at their wedding and it was honestly one of the most beautiful ceremonies I ever attended. I admit it, there were tears in my eyes throughout the service.

Now, Ehab and Joanna just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl! A few weeks ago, Joanna asked me if I could shoot some photos of them before the birth. I neglected to edit or upload the images before, but since they just gave birth this week, I thought I would do so today, welcoming little Jenna Mae to the world.

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And now… here is the beautiful little Jenna Mae! Welcome to the world habibti.

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Lazy afternoon in Horsh Beirut

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Also known as Horsh Al Snoubar (or Pine Forest), Horsh Beirut recently re-opened to the public after years of closure. Now, it’s become one of the chillest spots to just be lazy and relax in the city.

Beirut doesn’t have a lot of green spaces, so let’s hope that this one continues to be maintained as has been promised.

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Because love is like wind and eternity in every moment

My heart was lost to the world in my youth and given to the likes of those who will not return my affections.

So I will wander aimlessly chasing happiness for the remainder of my days and I will find nothing else but perfect contentment every afternoon, sometimes in the arms of a stranger and often lost in the hidden parts of earth, dancing with eternity.

And I will say of my relationships, you are all my lovers dear friends. For I have loved each of you completely and have known no other with such intimacy.

All of your memories are tattooed on the walls of my heart and your words are painted deep inside the recesses of my brain.

This is romance.

48 hours in Greece

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Lebanon may be the greatest  country in the world, but you still need a break every once in a while… even if it’s a short one.

Last weekend, I jumped at the opportunity to take a quick leap across the Mediterranean pond to enjoy almost exactly 48 hours in Greece. When you need a quick escape – forgetting the shitty reality of stupid visa requirements – Beirut to Athens is one of the quickest (2 hour flight) and normally one of the most affordable last minute options.

It wasn’t my first visit to the ancient country. I spent three days in Greece back in 2011 on a tour with my undergraduate university as part of a “Spanish Tour” that took us to Spain, Italy, Morocco and Greece for Spanish credit (don’t ask me what Greece has to do with Spanish… Greek is definitely not even a Latin language).

However, I was looking more for…

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Because I’m incapable of completion

I’m really great at starting things that I never finish.

I fell in love, like really fucking in love, for the first time when I was 17. It’s not something that I understood precisely, it’s something I’ve figured out slowly, in the years that have followed. But, I got stuck there somehow, back in those young and restless days.

Now, I’m almost 27 and my heart is unfinished, back in those breathless moments with the spring sun peaking in from the small vent windows. It’s lost in the freshness of a gentle breeze, seeping in through the slightly cracked window.

This is my life.

In the meantime, in the intervening years that is, I have found myself lost and confused. I sort of learned Spanish. I sort of learned French. I sort of graduated from university. I sort of worked as a photographer. I sort of worked in communication. I sort of learned Lebanese Arabic.  I sort of completed a masters. I sort of became a journalist. I sort of became an adult.

It’s honestly a lot of half-assed shit, a lot of laziness and incomplete goals that are caught in a perpetual state of partially there, but not quite. Can I finish things, actually? Can I accomplish something, completely?

And I’m still in love, the exact same way I was when I was 17. You’re so smart and you’re so kind and you like me so much and you think I’m great, I think.

But you’re playing video games and I’m smoking up watching movies. You’re there and I’m here. You forgot about me and I thought about you every day for almost a decade now.

You had a life and I did too, but sometimes I wonder if everything I ever did was just an attempt to impress you.

I guess you weren’t impressed, at least I don’t think so. It will remain hanging in a perpetual state of partially there, but not quite.

Unfinished.

Obsession is like a drug or something

You’re my favorite person in the world. You’re my favorite person in the world.

I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop. And I know I’m going crazy, like probably legitimately insane.

But I can’t stop and all I think about is your body close to mine under the sheets. I hear your breath and your gentle whisper and I fall asleep with you in my arms.

But when I wake up, it’s just a dream.

Driving south to escape the winter

Jason in Beirut

A couple weekends ago, my friends and I drove south to spend the afternoon in Sour (Tyre). It was a sunny and warm day after nearly two weeks of constant rain in Beirut.

Sour is maybe the best place in Lebanon? But I think I just wrote that about Baalbek a few posts back …

The problem is that everywhere I go in this country, I think it’s the best place.

I have of course been to Sour many times in the past but this time was special. We were a large group, the camaraderie was high and the weather was exactly what we needed after experiencing the worst of Beirut’s winter rains.

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I say we definitely need to head back to Sour soon for a day at the beach. Who’s in?

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