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The seaweed has returned to the tidal pool, in spades. Zoom in for lots of detail, er, complexity!
To see the whole, varied collection of my photos of this ever-changing tidal pool, visit my album, That Protean Tidal Pool: www.flickr.com/photos/jerry-rockport/albums/7217772030227...
04.21.06
Grandeur: 1. The Quality of Being Magnificent or Splendid or Grand
Today is the day I have come full circle. Today is the day one year ago that
I completed chemotherapy. And how has that time been spent? Gracefully I say. Life has traveled through undulations of grandeur, dodging the deep pockets of all that has been handed to me on a golden platter: chemical recovery, emotional fallout, a compromised immune system, hot flashes, growing out my hair, and finally the surgery of reconstructing my female self. It has not been easy, and still today, it is not easy.
My daily dose of Tamoxifen is my reminder of survival. With every swallow I
think of where I have been and where I am going. I see the complexity of survival as being such an important issue. How do we, the many out there, make sense of our survivorship without feeling like we are lucky for being just where we are: walking the earth and not buried beneath the ground. You know what—I worked hard. I worked hard to be where I am. I lived connected to needles and tubes and bright pink chemicals for months so that I could be here today. I worked hard in my undertow for reality. It was the most real and difficult journey. And you were there with me.
Grace. That is what I call surviving. Grace. Can it be any more poetic than that?
It is beautiful and painful and bitter. It is the wind beneath my fingers moving slightly and magnificently. It is what gives me faith that I am the spirit of all my being. So thank you for being a part of my path. Thank you for the support and all that you continue to say and do to move me as my friend(s). It is the grandeur of my life that makes knowing you the meaning behind all that has come before, and all that will come after.
This will be my last entry on the Survivor Blog. I am finished. And I am complete, at least I feel I am. Now it’s time to be in health and in love and in gratitude. To be at another level. It’s time to move. Move. The wind beneath.
The photoblog of softservegirl 2004, archive of a breast cancer survivor, www.softservegirl.com/survivor.html
“Each snowflake, alone,
Impossibly intricate.
Yet snowfalls abound!”
—Ron Masters, Snowflake Haiku, ©️2021
What most people don’t realize is that the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics requires what we call complexity, because every little bit that happens results from the most likely process available to increase entropy (disorder) overall.
Single exposure, normal processing. Straight down, field of view maybe 2ft, 60cm. Happy Mono Monday!
25 Apr 2022; 10:15 CDT; >B&W
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The complexity of the modern compound bow is simply amazing the accuracy that can be achieved with a competent shooter!
What would the American Indian's have given to have had this level of technology when the European's first arrived? Perhaps, a different outcome?
June 2021 archery shoot in Nevada City, California
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#photoaday4ayear 176/366 #globetrotting in #Amsterdam - complexity #iphoneography #abstractart via Instagram ift.tt/2ahY0lu
in nehalem bay. we went crabbing very near here while we were on vacation in june.
doesn't this shot make the seagull seem pensive? made me wonder what they think about and is there any complexity to the seagull brain?
'Roid week, you go by too fast! I'm gonna miss you. Thanks, friends, for all your awesome work this week. It's been awesome. I got one more to share later today...
What does it mean to take the complexity of what it means to be human, to truly be alive, and represent it for each person in one singular moment? When i shot more concerts, I became obsessed about the gesture or facial expression that defined that person. As I age, I am more interested in moments of non performance when someone just absorbs life and lets it in.
I am actually a fairly shy person with people I don't know, especially musicians I admire. So, I have seen John Dwyer perform many times in different states even (Texas, California, Illinois) but I've never had an actual conversation with him. Yet, I love how he always stands on the side of the stage for the openers and really listens actively. Here he is during the Adult set watching. Usually, I see him taking photographs of the other bands from the sides but I think he didn't pull out his camera because it was snowing this day.
Sometimes, you want to believe the dream that the musicians you care about are kind and filled with wonder in real life and you can't risk meeting them in case that just turns out not to be true. I think in Dwyer's case, it's probably true.
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I had been out shooting landscapes since before dawn this morning, & stopped by a small wetland area almost as an afterthought on my way home, & man...I'm glad I did. It was crazy!!! I'd never seen so many Geese & Ducks coming & going at this small grouping of ponds. I didn't get many good shots...but many times, for me, it's about more than the photos. I just love being outdoors & watching the grace & beauty & complexity of Mother Nature! It's a fun show to watch & I feel blessed to be a part of it.