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A statue of a crying woman is at Mission San Antonio de Padua on Fort Hunter Liggett, California, U.S.A. Spanish priests founded this mission in 1771. (Photo taken July 9, 2014)
Photo © 2014 Marcie Heacox, all rights reserved. FOR PERSONAL VIEWING PURPOSES ONLY.
While in Yellowstone National Park I stopped because someone said there was a wolf on the hill. It looked like a black dot but there it was. I was severely under lensed
I was out hunting a storm in a area between Bendigo and Bridgewater in Central Victoria when I saw the most beautiful sunset break across this paddock, I sat there for a while just taking it in, it was stunning.
The fields had recently been cropped and the light on the dry fields contrasting with the sun breaking though the storm clouds was quite spectacular.
Very little work has been done in Photoshop, I touch of sharpening and tweak of the curves.
Thulli was caught while running bare feet, he started crying as picture was taken and he was told that it is for record.
That little girl is my daughter. I wasn't supposed to have a girl. I had accepted it and I was ok with it.
But was I really? Because I can't imagine our life now without a little princess in it.
Last night, she was having a hard time falling asleep and was being a bit of a brat. I started to ignore her because I had had enough. All of a sudden, she wailed "I WANT MY BRUBBER. I WANT ANDREW! I WANT AAANNDREEEEWW. ANDREW! I WANT YOU!"
And I started to cry, because my little girl was crying out for her big brother and I can't explain it, but I felt like the luckiest woman on the face of the earth to share my life with this little girl and her brubbers.
Photo show at ELM CAFE (#100 10140-117 Street)
in Edmonton for the month of Sept.
A little poem to go with the photos. ...
A building slowly fell down near my home all summer
the summer I made plans to move
the summer I slowly started to take apart my life in Edmonton.
Camera in hand
long after the midnight northern sun had set
I would mount my bike to hold court
act as witness
watch in vigil to the section by section dismantling.
Considering it in it's final days
it felt through the lens
like a friend of a friend whose name I could never remember
but by chance and proximity
knew their life well.
Dinner gum art sex coffee pizza water and work
I had been in the building often
never considering I would be there at the end
never considering I would out last it by a few months.
A marker of space and time
now only in photographs
the building – the sick building - is gone.
A squared hole is now where the building was
bracing for what is to come.
I am excited
that is not to say
that I am not sad.
Crying. Ted Kerr. Sept 2010. Elm Cafe.