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I thought all those things ended with everyone living happily ever after.
-Dean (Bedtime Stories (2008)
the most wonderful time of the year..
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Pernilla stood at the edge of the garden where daylight softened into dusk. She'd been standing there for what felt like hours, caught between the warm amber glow behind her and the deep violet shadows stretching ahead.
She'd always been told to fear the darkness—that good girls stayed in the light, that wanting anything else meant something was wrong with her. But lately, the brightness felt too sharp, too exposing. It demanded she be certain, composed, always smiling. The darkness, though... the darkness whispered that she could be unsure. That she could be messy. That she could want things she didn't fully understand yet.
Her therapist had asked her once: "What does the darkness represent to you?" Pernilla hadn't known how to answer then. Now, watching the shadows deepen between the trees, she thought maybe it wasn't about darkness at all. Maybe it was about permission—permission to not have everything figured out, permission to explore the parts of herself she'd been taught to keep hidden.
She took a step forward, then another. The cool air wrapped around her like a question she didn't need to answer yet. A night bird called somewhere in the branches. She realized she wasn't lost—she'd just been standing still for so long, afraid to move in any direction, that she'd forgotten what it felt like to choose a path at all.
The darkness didn't swallow her. It simply held her, the way dusk holds the space between day and night, judging neither, rushing neither. She breathed deeper than she had in months. Maybe tomorrow she'd understand better what she was looking for. Maybe she wouldn't. Tonight, it was enough to simply walk forward, uncertain and alive, learning to trust herself in the spaces where light and shadow met.
I never thought I'd see the day when Pixie would let Henry be so close to her. He really is the sweetest of cats.
We took Kaiser for his check-up at the vet today and I am so pleased that all is well. He still has his tumour, of course, but the steroids are working well. She said there is no reason to think he won't still be around for his 18th birthday in August - fingers crossed
#273/365 It's really hard to get the right expressions from 2 kids that are jumping. I found that kids get tired pretty fast when you make them jump on the bed.
Strobist: B1600 in a 60" softlighter directly behind camera...triggered by pocketwizards
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With multiple projects in Greece including working with the testing and recent releases of the Fujifilm X-T2 and Adobe Lightroom Mobile (plus a few more things to come), it has been a wild few months where I’ve had to keep many secrets about what I’ve been working on. This includes images like this one that I’ve been really looking forward to sharing.
Greece is such a phenomenal country and Meteora was one of the very first locations I traveled to when I was building up my photography portfolio, so it has an extra special place in my heart. At the time, I couldn’t afford a camera and with our very minimal finances, we could only afford to be in Greece for a few days. I will always remember the kindness of my close friend John Mclaughlin for lending me his camera so that I could start capturing the images I would need to kick start my career in travel photography.
Even though many years have passed since then, Meteora is as beautiful as ever.
To learn the techniques I used to shoot and post-process this image, you can find all the info about my new tutorial video series by visiting: www.fstoppers.com/elialocardi
Even woods like to listen to stories that setting sun narrates about its daily journeys. When they fall asleep the gentle strokes of warm beams usher them into the dreamworld. Good night...
Days are strange and stressed for us, my friends. I am so sorry to be away, to be so scattered. We are missing my Dad so much, and times helping Mom are so hard . . . I am EVER so lucky to have my sister with me as my greatest ally.
Thank you all for your great kindnesses through my grief and times of absence.
Always remember to be kind to yourselves. In this odd time of pandemic, be safe, and be loving, from a distance. Keep those you love safe by BEING safe! Wear a mask and wear gloves.
I am with you yet. My Dad would expect nothing less.