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Hello my friends,
I hope this image finds you well. I have taken a long absence from social media and photography. It has been necessary for my growth, my faith, my family... So many changes have happened over the course of a year it's hard to think of writing them all down. Perhaps the biggest and hardest change was the sudden and absolutely unexpected loss of my younger sister in May. Providence was 27 years young and left behind a devastated husband and two babies who are still asking where their Mama went. If you've been my friend for awhile you know that I lost another sister to leukemia in 2010 at the young age of 20. It wasn't any easier this time around... but I suppose it never is. I was extremely close to both of them and it's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that they are both gone so young and yet I am here...
Photography has always been something I've found comfort in. A way to express what words or tears fall short in. But in the wake of so much change in circumstances, grief, I took a complete leave from my business and my creative ventures. It was a necessary part of survival to me. I've learned a lot this year. I realized that today is really all we have. Tomorrow is never promised. That realization made me take my life more serious, to treasure the people and the moments that are in front of me right now. I have spent the last several months pouring into my family, my faith and into my real life. My time and who I spend it with is precious. And I took that for granted for too long. :(
I'm sorry for such a serious message. My photography these days has picked up again although mostly for my own enjoyment. I've totally shut down my business for now and that seems to be what's best at present at least. My shooting has been of my children, people I care about, places that bring me joy... I have printed more of my work for myself, books to look at, pictures on the wall, even blankets. Slowly but surely my creativity is gaining pace again, I'm sure of it.:)
On another note, this my sweet Liat. She is walking, no running - these days. She is my precious muse and I never tire of photographing her adventures.
I've missed you all. I know that I am not the only one who has been affected by change, loss, grief in the last year or so. I pray my dearest friends here are safe and I appreciate you being here and taking the time to read my sporadic messages.
I love you friends.
xx
Rachel
Seabound - Torn [Covenant Remix]
Absolutely Seabounds best version^^ ;)
If you love me you will find me . . .
I pose in foam
Attracting no one
I'm on my own
I'm torn
Forming extinct species
Just like my own
Naked to the bone
I'm torn
As white turns black I know
It's light these pictures lack
A tree of life that has no leaves
I'm feeling grief beyond belief
As white turns black I know
It's light these pictures lack
A tree of life that has no leaves
I'm feeling grief beyond belief
I smile at wine and downers
A blade, the phone
I'll quit this all time low
I've sworn
My legs shape Vs and Ss
Amid the storm
From this sea of red
I'm born
Or torn ?
Or am I ? . . .
Pic taken at The Hells Haven SL
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.
-- Edgar Allen Poe
Paris summer 2011 .
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My early unforgettable years I lived them
Close to the sea,
There by the shallow and calm sea,
There by the open and boundless sea.
And every time that my budding, early life
Comes back to me,
And I see the dreams and hear the voices
Of my early life there by the sea,
You, oh my heart, feel the same old yearning:
If I could live again,
Close to the shallow and calm sea,
There by the open and boundless sea.
Was it really my destiny, was it my fortune,
I haven't met another
A sea within me as shallow as a lake,
And like an ocean boundless and big.
And, lo! In my sleep a dream brought her
Close again to me,
The same there shallow and calm sea,
The same there boundless and open sea.
Yet, thrice be alas! A grief was poisoning me,
A powerful grief,
A grief that you did not lighten, my dream
Of my great early love, my home by the sea.
What storm, I wonder, was raging in me,
And what whirlwind,
That couldn't put it to rest, or lull it to sleep
My wonderful dream of my home by the sea.
A grief that is unspoken, an unexplained grief,
A powerful grief,
A grief not quenched even within the paradise
Of our early life close to the boundless sea.
MIA PIKRA (GRIEF) from Heartaches of the Lagoon By Kostis Palamas
Η πίκρα
Τὰ πρῶτα μου χρόνια τ᾿ ἀξέχαστα τἄζησα
κοντὰ στ᾿ ἀκρογιάλι,
στὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴ ρηχὴ καὶ τὴν ἥμερη,
στὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴν πλατιά, τὴ μεγάλη.
Καὶ κάθε φορὰ ποὺ μπροστά μου ἡ πρωτάνθιστη
ζωούλα προβάλλει,
καὶ βλέπω τὰ ὀνείρατα κι ἀκούω τὰ μιλήματα
τῶν πρώτων μου χρόνων κοντὰ στὸ ἀκρογιάλι,
στενάζεις καρδιά μου τὸ ἴδιο ἀναστέναγμα:
Νὰ ζοῦσα καὶ πάλι
στὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴ ρηχὴ καὶ τὴν ἥμερη,
στὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴν πλατιά, τὴ μεγάλη.
Μιὰ μένα εἶναι ἡ μοίρα μου, μιὰ μένα εἶν᾿ ἡ χάρη μου,
δὲν γνώρισα κι ἄλλη:
Μιὰ θάλασσα μέσα μου σὰ λίμνη γλυκόστρωτη
καὶ σὰν ὠκιανός ἀνοιχτὴ καὶ μεγάλη.
Καὶ νά! μέσ᾿ στὸν ὕπνο μου τὴν ἔφερε τ᾿ ὄνειρο
κοντά μου καὶ πάλι
τὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴ ρηχὴ καὶ τὴν ἥμερη,
τὴ θάλασσα ἐκεῖ τὴν πλατιά, τὴ μεγάλη.
Κι ἐμέ, τρισαλίμονο! μιὰ πίκρα μὲ πίκραινε,
μιὰ πίκρα μεγάλη,
καὶ δὲ μοῦ τὴ γλύκαινες πανώριο ξαγνάντεμα
τῆς πρώτης λαχτάρας μου, καλό μου ἀκρογιάλι!
Ποιὰ τάχα φουρτούνα φουρτούνιαζε μέσα μου
καὶ ποιὰ ἀνεμοζάλη,
ποὺ δὲ μοῦ τὴν κοίμιζες καὶ δὲν τὴν ἀνάπαυες,
πανώριο ξαγνάντεμα κοντὰ στ᾿ ἀκρογιάλι;
Μιὰ πίκρα εἶν᾿ ἀμίλητη, μιὰ πίκρα εἶν᾿ ἀξήγητη,
μιὰ πίκρα μεγάλη,
ἡ πίκρα ποὺ εἶν᾿ ἄσβηστη καὶ μέσ᾿ τὸν παράδεισο
τῶν πρώτων μας χρόνων κοντὰ στὸ ἀκρογιάλι.
Καημοὶ τῆς Λιμνοθάλασσας, 1912
Keeping my eyes on the horizon. The sun sets to rise. . .
I'll be gone for a while for my father's funeral. Wingwaves to all.
Candles in Lviv, Ukraine in memory of 49 soldiers killed by pro-russian troops near Lugansk at the board of IL76 aircraft
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ukrainian_Air_Force_Ilyushin_Il-76_...
The loss of a loved one by a dear friend colored my view of an oncoming storm. This was once the site of many Wetland photos, but now I'm on a busy bridge instead of quiet country road...
"Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price we pay for love."
In memory of my dear cousin Patsy, who died yesterday, (Feb 13) in T&T. She will be dearly missed by our family, her son, daughter and grandson.
Edgar Allan Poe is one of my favorite poets, and when the theme " Nevermore" arose of course I thought of his poem "The Raven, and the themes of grief and loss.
I do not have many adult photos of my son who recently passed. The one that I have is a B&W photo taken of him on the stairs leading into Mount Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Here is a photo taken of one of his friends, recently released from prison--who did not get a chance to see my son before his passing. He is holding the photo.
You left a memory no one can steal,
You left a heartache no one can heal.
We miss you our sweet little girl every single day…
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I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.
I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.
I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.
I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.
But oh how I felt it.
I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.
I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing.
Yes, I missed you so quietly today.
But I felt it so loudly.
Lost ... place it only for my own good
It's not anymore, never again.
grief miss you and your work dearest friend
When all is said and all sins done
Each promise broken all vowed undone
When all I'm left with are sore regrets
Drifting and sleepless in empty beds.
And when that rock there becomes your throne
To cry upon and weep all alone
Now I'm a nomad condemned to walk alone
To face my wrong decisions that I never can disown.
Can't stay in no town as they're all named for you
Just walk to where the stone fell that I feebly threw
The world is now my home but here I cannot stay
And like the stars we once glanced at I slowly fade away.
Our fears and daemons in the shadows lurk and hide
To resize upon us in sleepless hours of the night
And they will remain feeding from the tears we shed
O despite how often we look underneath our bed.
Hell is indeed no place where we go
But something deep within us that dwells and viciously grows
You're shooting at me selfish bullets that you spew
But still I keep running keep on running towards you.
My eternal grief, anguish never-ending
Noreen wanted some of the photos to be darker and the colors more mute, so I started playing around with textures. The texture I used from SkeletalMess (http://www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/) was fairly uniform. I dropped back the color saturation to about 40, I believe).
I would love to hear your thoughts on this photo. If you want to know what the original looked like, look at this photo (http://www.flickr.com/photos/cyclist451/4435286972/)f from which this was taken.