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(Unfortunately I have no idea what has happened when I posted this picture on flickr, there appeared much noise, especially in the sky. It looks completely different on my screen / lightroom. I'm sorry... ;-)... But I noticed it too late and didn't want to delete a tribute, which is very important to me, for that reason...
Thank you much for your wonderful and touching words!)
Im all out of love and Im all out of words........................!
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Many times I have no idea what to say in the description. The words just don't come to me. I guess it's better to say nothing then. So this time, I say nothing, sorry...
1. Taking pictures a tool (camera), not a photographer.
2. The choice of tool limits the possibilities.
3. Experience allows him (instrument) less and less to limit their capabilities.
4. The ability to see is given only when the observer allows ...
5. The moment of observation is the real find ...
6. Training and mastering it defies. Training leads to poor imitations of the original.
7. Often the result should ripen, like wine. Although time is the understanding of the mind, therefore it is very speculative.
8. The meaning of all this is the process!
9. Let it be!
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It seems as though words could never fully express your experiences and how you feel as though you’re wilted and withering beneath the enormous weight of being trapped under the horrific harm that was done to you. So you find meaning and healing through what you see and the pictures you thoughtfully capture. Thank you for following your intuition and allowing yourself to find a way to help articulate and give voice to what is inside you even though it can feel wrong, unimportant, frivolous, scary, unfamiliar and unnecessary. Through your courageous work in this area you have been able to find one helpful way to cope and experience some healing.
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One day while taking pictures of things in our garage that I found fascinating, I noticed this tiny branch with dried leaves that had broken off the bush next to the garage. It was trapped under the garage door and when I saw this I felt I could deeply relate to the story this scene seemed to tell me.
This is a quick self portrait image I took with my phone using Hipstamatic yesterday when I was pushing my husband in a wheelchair on our way out of the hospital as we waited for an elevator. My husband had a minor surgical procedure to have a port placed because he requires frequent IV medication for lung infections which he often does at home for at least two weeks due to having a heart/double lung transplant 31+ years ago, failing lungs, bronchiectasis. For me, there are at least a thousand words or more contained within this self portrait I took with my husband yesterday. It seems impossible to put into words all that I see in this image….after all the appointments, procedures, surgeries, hospitalizations, major medical emergencies that I feared my husband would not live through, sadness, hopefulness, miracles, provision, life, strength, sorrow, rejoicing, experiences beyond comprehension, my own severe struggles that intermingle with my husband’s health condition, complex situations, experiences that seem impossible to recover from, no easy fixes, a way of life that seems so different than how most people our age are living, an extreme pull to stop trying to survive and function, doing the impossible, a deep love for and connection with my husband and so many more things. This image really does hold a lot of personal meaning for me. I’m incredibly grateful for the gift of photography and how it allows me to have a unique “language” when it seems impossible to explain experiences and a way of life that feel impossible to accurately express with words, a way to try not to keep all this trapped inside where it grows and intensifies in harmful ways. I’m thankful for a way to try to express a thousand words.
La luna di stasera non è solo un mondo sospeso in silenzio sopra di noi. .. è un mondo sospeso dentro di noi.
“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi~
My heart cries for all those people who lost their family...their pet...their home...their car....
My heart cries for all the green...a beautiful place which turned black and to ashes in a few hours...
I am lost for words.
Sending light and serenity towards all these souls who flew to a better world and to all these souls who survived to deal with all the pain...
Hoping that some day mother nature will help rebuild this place:
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NAMASTE
It's all about memories and emotions, all in the past now. I'm looking for a safe place to keep it apart, deep in my heart.
São só memórias agora e eu estou procurando um lugar em meu coração pra manter tudo vivo, a salvo.
I really love black&white pictures!
Have a nice day - Tenham um ótimo dia!!!
: l
No words—just trying to keep looking for light
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I find it so interesting, a metaphor—this plant that I could not manage to keep alive, that still hangs here long after the life has gone out of it because I can’t even find the energy to get rid of it, became so captivating and beautiful to me in the golden sunset light.
A couple snuggling together on the bench overlooking Lake Huron. No words spoken ,just enjoying the view and each other.
This is near the Goderich Lighthouse up on the hill.
Godercih,Ontario.
Canada.
It was a very special studiosession. Martina was playing her violin and I took the photos. No instructions from my side. Just music and pictures...
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*Working Towards a Better World
Touched by An Angel
by Maya Angelou (1928 – )
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Never underestimate
the power of love
with love, the impossible becomes possible
love is the only
universal language
that requires no
words to understand
love is really all
that matters in this
world. Love and happiness go hand in hand.
by Patricia Ann Goodman
When the power of love
overcome the love of power,
the world will know peace.
by Jimmy Hendrix
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