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A break from the Michigan photos today for a tribute to the hardworking union brothers at Miller who lost their lives yesterday.
Just after 2pm, an employee at the plant opened fire on his co-workers, killing 5 before taking his own life. This senseless act of violence has shut down the plant for the week to let the survivors have time to heal.
Just about everyone in the Milwaukee area knows someone who works for Miller. My first beer at a bar was a High Life, just down the road from the plant. CP crews still service the plant as needed throughout the week, keeping tradition with the Milwaukee Road's dedication to multiple breweries back in the day. This old Milwaukee line is also the beginning of the WSOR trackage to the north, and they pass the brewery most nights headed to Muskego yard with interchange traffic.
I was looking through some older photos today and this one just seemed fitting to post. SOO SD60s, the Miller plant, and the sharp thorns of weeds reaching into an overcast sky.
Flowers, thorns, and cloudy skies; Milwaukee is grieving today.
Was at it again this weekend, shooting random photos out the side window of a truck while racing down country highways. It's become a weird sort of ritual; reminiscent of conducting a seance in hopes of conjuring some sign from the spirit world. In this case the goal is to tap into whatever darkness exists just beyond the shoulder of the road. I've always imagined that great energy exists along the corridors formed by roads. So many people's energy being channeled over the exact same pathway for years on end. How could it not be? Happy people, sad people, sick people; grieving people, all sorts of emotions play out. It's not something you can readily discern while driving; I tend to feel it more while walking along roadways. And even more so if I simply stop and stand. I wonder at times if this energy is what I'm synching with during these completely random, point and shoot photo sessions. The compositions are totally happenstance; I decide when to press the shutter but the rest is up to fate. Yesterday's session yielded about 60 ho-hum shots, evocative of nothing. And then there was this frame; the last of the series. The proverbial dark one, I always seem to capture at least one of these. This one presents a lonely farmhouse with nothing overtly sinister, yet the entire image seems to say otherwise. The photo is flawed, but in a way that seems to enhance rather than detract. There's a motion blur in the foreground while the distant house is in focus. It's a weird effect that I actually also notice with my eyes while driving. Closeup objects blur while distant ones remain sharp. The photos conveys that perfectly. The image also captured the strangeness surrounding the mail and newspaper boxes. Tilted, crooked, and what in the world is that draping on the newspaper box? Had I an hour to spend here with full access to the property, I'm not sure I could have developed a better overall composition. Or one that conveyed the sinister feel of this one.
Figured I'll re-upload this one after I gave it some more love in post processing.
Three Sisters (2 left) on Tongaporutu Beach. Amazing place to visit if the tides will let you. Watch the tides and plan ahead as the swells can get you by surprise and are very dangerous.
Seen at Washington Memorial Chapel, Valley Forge National Historical Park - Pennsylvania, USA.
Description: "Grieving Mothers" or "Sacrifice and Devotion" was sculpted by Bela Lyon Pratt and dedicated in 1914 at Valley Forge. The sculpture is dedicated to the memory of In memory of Henrietta Armitt (Brown) Heckscher. - www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WMH5BJ_Grieving_Mothers_Valle...
Do you cry out in your sleep all my failings exposed?
And there's a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can't function no more?
Joy Division ♫ ♪ ♫
In 1980 the Post-Punk-/Dark-Wave-Band Joy Division used this grieving angel for their cover of the vinyl 12" Maxi-Single called "Love will tear us apart".
Until today plenty of tourists visit the Staglieno cemetery to take a picture of that unusual angel themselves....
An employee of Staglieno told me, it`s the most asked sculpture on the cemetery...and for sure, it`s only one of plenty of wonderful sculptures on that place. It`s more an outdoor museum than a burial ground. It`s one of the most impressing cemeteries I`ve seen.
By the way, 4 years after release of "Love will tear us apart" by Joy Division the song became more famous, covered by
Paul Young ♫ ♪ ♫
I bet, you know that song :-D
1980 hat die Post-Punk-/Dark-Wave-Band Joy Division diesen trauernden Engel für das Cover ihrer Maxi-Single "Love will tear us apart" benutzt. Bis heute kommen viele Touristen um ihr eigenes Foto dieses ungewöhnlichen Engels zu machen.
Ein Mitarbeiter auf Staglieno erzählte mir, daß nach dieser Skulptur am häufigsten gefragt wird. Ganz sicher, es ist nur einer von vielen wunderbaren Figuren auf diesem Friedhof.
Es ist mehr ein Freilichtmuseum als ein Gottesacker. Es ist einer der beeindruckendsten Friedhöfe die ich gesehen habe.
Nebenbei, 4 Jahre nach Erscheinen von Joy Divisions "Love will tear us apart" wurde der Titel erfolgreicher als Cover-Version von Paul Young.
Ich wette, den kennt ihr :-D
Snapped this from a local Church in my way home the other night.
A Christmas Eve Prayer for Those Grieving
Lord, not everyone feels joyful at this season. So many have lost loved ones during the year, and in many places, the winter cold blows its bitter winds into lonely hearts. On this Christmas Eve, we pray for those who are grieving losses. Memories of happy times with loved ones in the past can send a rush of tears to those whose arms ache with emptiness. Lord, dry those tears with Your sweet words of comfort and cheer. Turn their sorrow into joy as only You can do.
Remind those who are grieving, Lord, that You are the great Comforter and Counselor and that You never leave us or forsake us. You are always with us, holding our hearts tenderly in Your hands. Surround them with friends and family who will cover them with love and let them know they are not forgotten. May the joy of Your birth and the good news of Your coming to earth as the Savior of the world cushion their grief this Christmas Eve night. On this night of miracles, speak peace to those who need it most. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
(borrowed online)
Three Sisters (2 left) on Tongaporutu Beach. Amazing place to visit if the tides will let you. Watch the tides and plan ahead as the swells can get you by surprise and are very dangerous.
[...] Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be... [...]
-- Quote by William Wordsworth
Nikon D800, Tokina 12-24 f/4, 13mm - f/10 - 10s - HDR 5xp +2/-2EV
Битола, Македонија (August, 2022)
There are no winners in war, all sides loose far too many.
"Trauernde Soldaten“ (Treurende soldaten), German war-graves, Langemark near Ieper, België
More than 44,000 soldiers are buried here.
Many are unknown.
A cite that makes you very quiet.
THANK YOU, M, (*_*)
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This is the work singled out by the panel of examiners as the outstanding work in Art Production. One can see clearly how detailed Maeve Grieve's (Hellyer College) project was, from the testing of the palette and preliminary sketches on the side, to the eight finished acrylic panels. It is indeed a fine and mature piece of work.
9/11 in DC at the Columbus Fountain outside Union Station, Washington, DC - at first I was disapponted with the gray skies, but it worked for this
Pickles, the donkey, had a recent loss when his long-time friend, Jenny, passed away. Staff have helped by letting Pickles spend time with the goats, and by giving him more walks around the zoo. Children love to pet him!
I happened to be there when a guest was given some lettuce to feed Pickles. I think the extra attention is cheering him up!
A pastel type hue displays a scene that unfolded in front of us which can give a false impression. These Elephants ILoxodonta africana) were actually mourning a still born calf and most did not leave the scene for over 24 hours. Even then some stayed for up to three days. The calf was born in the road which is why they are all congregated here. This was sunrise of the second day. Image taken in Tarangire National Park of Tanzania.
I shall not grieve for you dear brother
for now your soul is free
Bask now in the love you sought and never really seen
Don't worry on us here that you left with no farewell
For the past no longer haunts you
and the pain in which it dealt
No goodbyes my brother ..for we shall meet again
all ask I is when the time comes that you have a hand to lend.
Be free
be free
be loved............
This is the very heart of a beautiful peony flower.
I would like to dedicate it to, and in memory of, all those innocent souls that lost their lives today in a senseless and evil act at an elementary school in Texas.
Also, to all of those family members that lost loved ones there.
I pray our Heavenly Father will be with those that grieve and morn.
I grieve as I write this ... God be with us all ...
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These are the Most difficult and painful words I've ever written:
I've lost the most amazing and important Man in my life: My Father. Suddenly, shockingly, a fulminating stroke. On April, 2007, on a Friday 13th.
I've met some great people here. Flickr has been an important part in my Life in the last 2 years, where I've expressed myself through my images. I feel the need to share a tiny part of my grieving with those who've been following my stream, my progress, our sharing. I feel the need, for the first time, to cry for Help.
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For 13 years I lived away from my parents, in different cities. Four years ago they moved to where my brother and I were, I moved in with them again and my brother head for other cities.
~ We had barely seen and talked to each other in the past 4 months, he traveled, I traveled, he traveled, living in this big apartment and spending so little time together, I missed him, I just didn't know how very much.
It had been about 40 minutes I'd arrived home and he was asleep. I was downloading pics, tired and sick. Then I heard him asking me to prepare a glass of chocolate milk, he was not feeling well, I worried, he said it wasn't serious, insisted on the hot chocolate, I didn't see it coming... which made me despair deeply right after I learned he was dead. It hurts, so so so very much.
I called the cab asking for urgence to the hospital, he went upstairs to change, I went for my documents, shoes and medicines. When I got in the lobby the door man told me he had already gone... It hit me hard, something was terribly wrong. I despaired while speed dialing for another taxi.
I'm the one who went through the shock first and, in the first hour, Alone. They had told me he was in the room at the end of the halway but didn't let me go there, after many minutes praying, crying, hearing the sound of people running in and out, I stood up, saw that door semi-opened and insanely ran through the hallway to see him in a way I should've never seen it. They took me away, I called my boyfriend in despair, in despair I remained.
When my boyfriend got there I was taken to a little room where I learned he had died in the taxi, he hadn't made it to hospital alive. I'd never hurt so Much, so Uterly, so Deeply in my Heart, in my Soul. They gave me an injection to calm me down, I thought my heart would explode... that wasn't a nightmare I could wake up from. My Dad was suddenly gone, forever... there was Nothing I could do about that.
I had the Best Father I could've ever have. My greatest encourager, admirer, my best teacher. Also, my worst arguments, but they never lasted, he would always assure me he loved me.
a Man full of Energy, Passion, Kindness, Integrity, Wisdom, Character, Loyalty, Love, Life, so much Life.
The Kindest and Unselfish person I've ever known, the best son parents could have, brother, husband, the favorite uncle, one of the most intelligent men I knew, if not the most. One of the best Engineers of his time in Brazil. He was so different in so many ways, He was Unique. Whoever knew him, knows that.
He died between 12:30 AM and 1 AM on Friday 13th. I learned about it around 2 am, then the news spread. When my mother was brought to the hospital there were 15 friends in the room with me, among mom's, my brother's and mine.
His funeral started about 12 hours later, it had over 100 people, one of my cousins who could fly in in time, counted it. Our family lives in another state, the great majority of them could not come.
The line in church to hug us, on his 7th day Mass, was long.
Such a loved Father, Husband, Friend. Telegrams keep coming, phone calls, emails, condolences.
He was only 62, had so many plans, so much to live, and was taken from us forever and quick. Forever has never sounded this Painful. He didn't live to see his daughter succeed as a Photographer the way she wants, hold his first grandson, who will be named after him (decided by my brother since he was a little kid) ...hold My future child... it hurts and hurts... and Huuuuuurtssss
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When I told him I had decided to become a PRO, I'd have to invest lots of money, time and quit my former career in the process, his eyes were shining and his words were:
"- Daughter, what can I do for You?" smiling, confident in my new path.
He helped me get the gear I needed for my start. We had different ideas about how I was doing it, he had his thoughts and used Internet just when it was really necessary, I had mine. He respected my way of thinking from the beginning, he was there for me. He saw me studying and doing my thing so many nights, late, by Myself. He was Proud.
The last short conversation we had about my career, I was upset about some people thinking just because I'm was "newbie" I should be cheap. He told me:
- "You've got a great talent and passion, you should do what you must! People will keep coming and never cease!"... As usual, I was in a hurry to go back to my stuff, and while I was leaving he said:
"- Daughter, your name will be known, respected, you'll be Great... & added: - You already Are!" He had a shining smile in his eyes and face... My Father.
...............
If you read my words till this point...
Don't pity me, instead, send me Good thoughts, vibes, Energy. I believe in the power of Love, Friendship, Positive Thinking, I believe your sincere good thoughts can reach me, no matter the distance, they can help me get healthier than I'm now, keep my good energy for the times to come, deal with the greatest Loss in my life. It's what I humbly ask. If there was ever a time to send me good energy, this is IT.
Thank You, I know they will come.
~ I clicked this photo at dawn, during a break from working in a pretty tight dead line. It's one of the lamp shades in my bedroom, this shot had been in my mind for many days... My heart is too swollen, it hasn't fit in my body lately.
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My Stream wont' have a break, I have many images to share, I'll keep on posting them.
~~* Dad, read my words in your heart, wherever you're now:
I'll keep on moving, I grieve deeply but will make it, I know you know, and I repeat it, after all, I'm your daughter. Along with your Son, I'll take care of Mom, we'll make sure she survives the loss of her Love and partner
. I'll take her to places you still wanted to take'er, your first grandson is coming... She will make it.
One day, when I have my first big exhibition, I'll dedicate it to You. Those great cliks to come are already dedicated to You, in advance. That shooting in Fashion, my first, happened 4 days after you passed away, I was still in shock, sick, under pressure, on medication and few hours slept, I thought about You, I made it.
~ I am Blessed for having had You in my life, we all are!
Your brilliant passage will Never be forgotten, too many stories and good memories to tell!
Shine HIGH Dad, Where You Belong.
I'll keep on learning, improving, walking and clicking...... carrying You in my heart Forever.
~*~
Perdi o homem mais maravilhoso e importante da minha vida: Meu PAI. de repente, ataque cardíaco fulminante.
Esta foto foi tirada de madrugada, num intervalo durante o trabalho em algumas fotos q tinha q entregar com urgência. Este é um dos abajures do meu quarto, a única montagem aqui é o rosto do meu pai adicionado ao centro do abajur. Estive com essa imagem na cabeça durante dias, meu coração tá inchado demais para caber dentro do meu peito.
Me desculpo pela ausência do texto em Portugûes. foi drenante demais escrevê-lo.
We have no autumn leaves just spring flowers so this will need to do for those who lost their innocent lives on Friday.
Poem by Eugenio Montale:
Evil I’ve often encountered in life;
it was the strangled rivulet gurgling,
it was the shrivelling of parched
leaves, it was the horse falling heavily.
For those who bear tonight the unbearable burden
of unimaginable grief,
who in their agony yell at the forces of fate...
For those who moan and those who faint,
for those who rage and those who pray,
we moan and pray along with them.
For tonight, those were our children too.
Dear God, May a legion of angels come upon the parents
and bring to them an otherworldly touch,
an otherworldly comfort
and otherworldly sense that their children are well,
that they are safe with God,
and shall be with them always.
Give to those who grieve what no mortal force can give...
the touch of Your Hand upon their heart.
May all who are touched by this darkness
be Lit by Your grace.
Please wipe away all tears, dear God.
as only You can do.
Amen
~Marianne Williamson
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