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Chinese New Year comes to Falcon Square, Inverness.
Something a wee bit different for a Saturday morning... after extreme sleep deprivation (Hamish decided to head home from a party at 2am and then had to be out the door for a trip to Murrayfield, so I was up at 6am again making packed lunches and getting everything ready!)
rain rain, dont go away, you bring me life on a cold day.
i feel like i am whole when water is all around me. i try to find my way inside, but i cant leave behind the air that i breath.
today has been a great day. i love the rain.. i only wish it was warmer (mostly because i froze my little but off for this). i ventured to the woods near my parents house for some photographs. i loved feeling the rain the my skin. my little sister was along, because sometimes she likes to be involved with my photography. and of course kyler came along, because he just likes to be with me when im home.
im really hooked on this color scheme lately. soon i think i will try something new. but for now, its working for me.
32 Gothenburg (HC 680/1903) approaches Springside Farm with the 09:10 Bury to Ramsbottom shuttle, during the East Lancashire Railway’s small engine weekend, 11th June 2023. (Eric Harrison)
So, this might be a long post. When I shot this, I was trying to re-capture a moment. Its not identical physically, but its close. Since shooting and editing though, it has come to represent several themes that I will try to summarise here.
My Mum died at 6.45am on Friday 29th June. The moments directly after passing were the most surreal I have ever encountered in my life. As with anything in life- when you are thrust into a world that you don't understand (like MOT's or buying a house) you look to the people who work in that field to guide you through it. In this instance it was the Doctor who came to do the final checks to register that this life has now passed. The Doctor came out of the room and shook both our hands and told us how sorry he was. I asked him what happens now. What I was expecting was some sort of ownership for Arthur and I. Politely, the Doctor told me I would have to ask the Nurses. I asked them "So we just pack up and go home?". Turns out that is exactly what happens. So we left the ward, and went to our cars respectively. I remember the drive home. Unable to really process yet able to drive. When I got home, I went into shock. For 3 hours I was unable to move, talk or breathe. I stared at the same point on my headboard and the noises that came out of my mouth were like nothing I had heard before. Primal.
Over the couple of weeks that have followed, you try to make sense of time. The days that led up to the passing become incredibly important. Everything becomes of significance. I remember looking back at my stream to pinpoint when Mums diagnosis had been. It was 11 weeks prior to death. From what I wrote I can see the questions I had back then. We knew the diagnosis was Bone Cancer (following 2 years of tests) but there was no timeline "You're healthy, working, you will probably just tick along like this indefinitely" was the prognosis.
I was in Paris the week before Mum died. I didn't want to go, but she insisted. She told me it was important that I go, and when I returned she would have had a healing. I lasted for 2 days out of 6 and honestly, the time I spent there were misplaced. Really, I shouldn't have gone, but in some aspects it was good that I did. The major highlight was finally meeting Derek Gores and his partner Christy. The collage on the wall in my bedroom was the catalyst that led me to seek out Derek, and through one twist and another I got to spend an evening having dinner and making some photographs with the 2 of them. It was amazing.
During the evenings in Paris, I spent them on my own as Michaela who I was staying with had to work. I listened to a lot of worship music via her laptop and Youtube and cried a lot. I think I was preparing for Mum to die at that stage.
One of the songs I listened to a lot was Facedown by Matt Redman. It really spoke to me about how small we are really and how much bigger what we do with our lives is. Ultimately are we spending our time in the right areas or are there places we know we need to address?
Willow.
Asakusa, Tokyo.
Leica M4-2 + Color-Skopar 28/3.5 + ILFORD FP4+ (FUJIFILM Microfine stock solution)
2016 Thomas Saf-T-Liner C2 bus #32 at the Cardinal Bus Garage in Middlefield, Ohio. Bus was used for a summer school field trip. Unsure why 31 magnets are still on the bus, as 31 will be back in service this fall.
Nighthawk 32 taxis to the ramp as Nighthawk 34 holds on runway 34. Returning to CONUS after supporting President Obama's trip to D-Day ceremonies in Normandy, France.
Today it snowed, and you all went outside to play. Your little brother had a bit of a cold so mommy had to stay behind and watch you all jump around in the snow without me. I managed to bribe you to come out and play for just a little bit later on. We didn't last long because it was quite cold but a little one on one time with you was well overdue.
taiwan, 1972
taroko gorge
taroko national park
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actually did a legit photo for my 365 today, so it's flickr worthy!
this is an expansion, and I'm super happy with the way it turned out! ideally it would have stayed cloudy out, but hey, can't tell the weather what to do! (especially not in iowa!!)
this is a sort of "ode to lost childhood adventures". we haven't gone sledding in winters—and i wish it wasn't so.