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Lightly speckling the waters at Rocky River Reservation, an afternoon snowfall intensifies. Photo taken two years ago today in Northeast Ohio.
The mist intensified the colors. This was not photoshopped. The orange looked this intense.
Here is the same scene taken two years earlier.
The late afternoon sun intensifies the already pretty intense colors in autumnal Valais. Taken during a very long hike in the Aletsch area, Switzerland.
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Topaz Glow
This is from yesterday and an epic sunset. This is how it started and it intensified for an hour before it slowly went dark. Fantastic evening out.
From Fuglevik in Rygge, Norway.
SN/NC: Iberis Amara, CN: Wild or Annual Candytuft; Brassicaceae Family
A charming plant with many branches that burst with white flowers when in bloom.
Each flower has four petals, each of a different size. Its lower leaves are spoon-shaped, whiles the upper leaves are broader near the tip than the base, with blunt teeth.
A species of bare, open ground on chalk, found in bare patches and rabbit scrapes on chalk grassland, quarries and occasionally in cultivated arable field margins.
Found throughout central and western Europe and a native to Britain. Within Britain it is restricted mainly to the Chilterns from Reading to Cambridgeshire, with outlying sites in Wiltshire and Surrey.
The intensification of arable farming has resulted in decline from arable sites, key factors being the more intensive cultivation of field margins and the grassing down of margins.
The name 'candytuft' is apt considering this plant's attractive white flowers. However, it actually derives from an old name for the island of Crete - 'Candia' - where it was found to grow.
Uma planta encantadora com muitos ramos que explodem com flores brancas quando em flor. Cada flor tem quatro pétalas, cada uma de um tamanho diferente. Suas folhas inferiores são em forma de colher, enquanto as folhas superiores são mais largas na ponta do que na base, com dentes rombudos.
Uma espécie de terreno aberto e nu sobre giz, encontrado em manchas nuas e arranhões de coelho em pastagens de giz, pedreiras e, ocasionalmente, em margens de campos aráveis cultivados.
Encontrado em toda a Europa Central e Ocidental e nativo da Grã-Bretanha, Bélgica, Espanha e França.
A intensificação da agricultura arável resultou no declínio dos locais aráveis, sendo os principais factores o cultivo mais intensivo das margens dos campos e a relva das margens.
O nome 'candytuft' é adequado devido às atraentes flores brancas desta planta. No entanto, na verdade, deriva de um nome antigo para a ilha de Creta - 'Candia' - onde foi encontrada em abundância.
Een charmante plant met veel takken die tijdens de bloei barsten van de witte bloemen.
Elke bloem heeft vier bloembladen, elk van een andere grootte. De onderste bladeren zijn lepelvormig, terwijl de bovenste bladeren bij de punt breder zijn dan de basis, met stompe tanden.
Een soort kale, open grond op kalk, gevonden in kale plekken en konijnenschraapsels op kalkgrasland, steengroeven en soms in gecultiveerde akkerranden.
Komt voor in Midden- en West-Europa en komt oorspronkelijk uit Groot-Brittannië, België, Spanje en Frankrijk.
Door de intensivering van de akkerbouw is er sprake van achteruitgang van de akkerbouwgronden, met als belangrijkste factoren de intensievere bebouwing van akkerranden en het vergrazen van akkerranden.
De naam 'candytuft' is toepasselijk gezien de mooie witte bloemen van deze plant. Het is echter eigenlijk afgeleid van een oude naam voor het eiland Kreta - 'Candia' - waar het werd gevonden om te groeien.
Une plante charmante avec de nombreuses branches qui éclatent de fleurs blanches lorsqu'elles sont en fleurs.
Chaque fleur a quatre pétales, chacun d'une taille différente. Ses feuilles inférieures sont en forme de cuillère, tandis que les feuilles supérieures sont plus larges près de la pointe que la base, avec des dents émoussées.
Espèce de sol nu et ouvert sur craie, trouvée dans les parcelles dénudées et les éraflures de lapin sur les prairies crayeuses, les carrières et parfois dans les marges des champs arables cultivés.
Trouvé dans toute l'Europe centrale et occidentale et originaire de Grande-Bretagne, de Belgique, d'Espagne et de France.
L'intensification des cultures arables a entraîné un déclin des sites arables, les facteurs clés étant la culture plus intensive des marges des champs et l'enherbement des marges.
Le nom 'candytuft' est approprié compte tenu des jolies fleurs blanches de cette plante. Cependant, il dérive en fait d'un ancien nom de l'île de Crète - 'Candia' - où il a poussé.
Eine bezaubernde Pflanze mit vielen Zweigen, die in voller Blüte vor weißen Blüten strotzen.
Jede Blume hat vier Blütenblätter, jedes von unterschiedlicher Größe. Seine unteren Blätter sind löffelförmig, während die oberen Blätter an der Spitze breiter sind als an der Basis, mit stumpfen Zähnen.
Eine Art von kahlem, offenem Boden auf Kreide, die in kahlen Stellen und Kaninchenschrammen auf Kreiderasen, Steinbrüchen und gelegentlich in kultivierten Ackerfeldrändern vorkommt.
In ganz Mittel- und Westeuropa zu finden und in Großbritannien, Belgien, Spanien und Frankreich beheimatet.
Die Intensivierung des Ackerbaus hat zu einem Rückgang der Ackerstandorte geführt, wobei die intensivere Bewirtschaftung der Ackerränder und die Vergrasung der Säume ausschlaggebend sind.
Der Name 'Candytuft' ist passend, wenn man die attraktiven weißen Blüten dieser Pflanze bedenkt. Tatsächlich leitet es sich jedoch von einem alten Namen für die Insel Kreta – „Candia" – ab, auf der es gefunden wurde.
Una pianta incantevole con molti rami che scoppiano di fiori bianchi quando sono in piena fioritura.
Ogni fiore ha quattro petali, ciascuno di dimensioni diverse. Le sue foglie inferiori sono a forma di cucchiaio, mentre le foglie superiori sono più larghe all'apice che alla base, con denti smussati.
Una specie di terreno nudo e aperto su gesso che si trova in zone spoglie e segni di coniglio su prati di gesso, cave e occasionalmente nei margini dei campi coltivati.
Trovato in tutta l'Europa centrale e occidentale e originario del Regno Unito, Belgio, Spagna e Francia.
L'intensificazione dei seminativi ha portato a un declino dei seminativi, con la coltivazione più intensiva dei margini dei campi e il pascolo dei margini che sono stati decisivi.
Il nome 'Candytuft' è appropriato per gli attraenti fiori bianchi di questa pianta. In realtà, però, deriva da un antico nome dell'isola di Creta - "Candia" - dove fu ritrovata.
El carraspique (Iberis amara) es una especie de planta de flores perteneciente a la familia de las brasicáceas. Es nativa de la Europa meridional y central y norte de África en Argelia donde crece en bordes de caminos y campos en especial en terrenos calcáreos..
Es una planta herbácea que alcanza 1-4 dm de altura; muy ramificada y amarga. Las hoja son oblongas o lanceoladas, espatuladas y agudas con 2-4 dientes en cada lado. Las flores son de color blanco o lila y se agrupan en un corimbo laxo alargado. El fruto es una silicua redonda.
Una planta encantadora con muchas ramas repletas de flores blancas cuando está en plena floración.Cada flor tiene cuatro pétalos, cada uno de un tamaño diferente. Sus hojas inferiores tienen forma de cuchara, mientras que las hojas superiores son más anchas en la punta que en la base, con dientes romos. Se encuentra en toda Europa Central y Occidental y es originaria del Reino Unido, Bélgica, España y Francia.
La intensificación de los cultivos herbáceos ha provocado una disminución de las zonas de cultivo, siendo decisivo el cultivo más intensivo de los márgenes de los campos y el pastoreo de las franjas.
El nombre 'Candytuft' es apropiado dadas las atractivas flores blancas de esta planta. De hecho, sin embargo, se deriva de un antiguo nombre de la isla de Creta, "Candia", donde existia en abundancia.
نبات ساحر له العديد من الفروع التي تنفجر بالزهور البيضاء عندما تتفتح.
كل زهرة لها أربع بتلات ، كل منها بحجم مختلف. أوراقها السفلية على شكل ملعقة ، بينما الأوراق العلوية أعرض بالقرب من الحافة من القاعدة ، مع أسنان حادة.
نوع من الأرض العارية المفتوحة على الطباشير ، توجد في بقع جرداء وخدوش الأرانب على المراعي الطباشيرية والمحاجر وأحيانًا في هوامش الحقول الصالحة للزراعة.
وجدت في جميع أنحاء وسط وغرب أوروبا وموطنها الأصلي بريطانيا وبلجيكا وإسبانيا وفرنسا.
أدى تكثيف الزراعة الصالحة للزراعة إلى انخفاض في المواقع الصالحة للزراعة ، والعوامل الرئيسية هي زيادة كثافة زراعة هوامش الحقول وتهذيب هوامش الحقول.
اسم "كانديتوفت" مناسب بالنظر إلى الزهور البيضاء الجذابة لهذا النبات. ومع ذلك ، فهو في الواقع مشتق من الاسم القديم لجزيرة كريت - "كانديا" - حيث وجد أنها تنمو.
満開になるとたくさんの枝が白い花を咲かせる魅惑的な植物。
それぞれの花には、それぞれ異なるサイズの 4 つの花びらがあります。下葉はスプーン形で、上葉は基部よりも先端が広く、鋸歯があります。
白亜の芝生、採石場、時には耕作地の縁辺の裸のパッチやウサギの跡に見られる白亜の裸のオープングラウンドの種.
中央および西ヨーロッパ全体に見られ、英国、ベルギー、スペイン、フランスが原産です。
耕作農業の激化は耕作地の減少につながり、畑の余白のより集中的な耕作と周縁部の放牧が決定的に重要になっています。
「キャンディタフト」という名前は、この植物の魅力的な白い花にぴったりです。しかし、実際には、それが発見されたクレタ島の古代の名前「カンディア」に由来しています。
Storm Babet intensifies. Cleaning the rails seems superfluous.
A 1Z10er is silhouetted by a van on the bridge.
PR52 and its 'baby' have not long left to fulfil their purpose.
The 3J13 09.23 Par to St Blazey via Penzance RHTT has had an untroubled trip to the end of the line and back.
As the sun further dropped and touched the horizon, the glow in the sky got intensified. So did the glow on the ever glistening rocks. I hopped over the rocks down the beach a little bit and found myself at a spot where the water wasnât advancing and receding too much. I wanted to get that ever intensifying orange glow of the clouds reflected in the water! The ocean remained still, as if it were frozen in time. As if there were no tides rising or falling. As if there were no interactions between the sun and the moon.
There's something about height and elevation that intensifies the impact of abandoned structures. For me it has to do with the sense that they are looming over you, obscuring your view, and basically overwhelming your senses. As a kid we used to play around a railroad spur line that ran not far from our home. I recall one day looking down the track and seeing the brilliant glow of an oncoming locomotive. That was always my first awareness of an approaching train. You could see that light well before you could hear the associated sound. And that first glimmer always got my heart racing with anticipation because I just loved trains and they were rarely seen on this disused line. Anyway the train continued its steady advance in my direction. I figured I'd let it get closer before moving off of the track. But when the time came I found myself next to a narrow ravine backed up to a fence. With no where else to go I made my way down the slope, but the fence prevented me from moving any farther from the track. I still recall the terror I felt at the sense of being trapped as the train rumbled along, well over my head. I kept looking up expecting it to roll over and crush me. Completely irrational fears but explain that to a scared little boy, especially one who wasn't even supposed to be playing around the tracks. So kid who you gonna tell about this little episode? No one, that's who. Realizing even at that young age that Mom would be less than sympathetic to my little episode, I kept it to myself. But the incident stayed with me all these years. My absolute favorite abandonments are the tall ones, because they play on they play on my childhood (now adulthood) fears. In my mind someone could be peering down from an upper floor. That's always on my mind entering an old place. So climbing stairways is infinitely more frightening than remaining on the first floor. This house already had the multi-storey thing going for it. But as I made my way into the back garden I found myself descending a steep slope. It was like discovering a train track that led directly back to my childhood trauma. The downslope added several more feet of apparent height to the house and it literally loomed overhead. So awesome. And the tangle of overgrowth intensified the sense of confusion and entanglement. Choo-choo!
Heading home from the Lake last summer, when smoke from BC's wildfires blew in. Made for some dramatic sunsets. I might have helped this one intensify a bit........
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Some more surfing shots from this past weekend.
Single frame shot hand held and processed in ACR, PS, and Intensify Pro.
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It was Sunday and the most recent spell of drab weather came to a welcome close, replaced by clear cold skies and gentle nodding cumulus clouds. As the light began to intensify towards the end of the afternoon, the colours on the branches of the Copper Beeches around me were set ablaze, the gorgeous orange and gold leaves dancing in the late November sunshine. It was a perfect moment in which to capture the final moments of autumn before the long dark winter finally arrived to take centre stage. Or at least it would have been if I hadn’t been sitting in the back seat of a Ford Mondeo on the A38, watching the countryside pass by at seventy miles per hour. Doesn’t it seem to always happen when you’re otherwise occupied?
We were on our way home from the latest weekend Rugby related escapade at Twickenham, where England had squeaked past the world champions from South Africa by a single point. Although it’s five years since I was introduced to the world of Rugby Union I’m still thoroughly confused. I understand the basics, such as how the scoring works and that the ball can’t be thrown forwards, but every time a penalty is awarded, I’m at a total loss as to why. With not even the faintest grasp of why “going in from the side” is considered so heinous, or why “not releasing” is a punishable offence, I’m often made to feel particularly out of kilter with the rest of the world by my in laws. While in much of England the oval ball game is often regarded as the preserve of the upper echelons, in Cornwall it belongs to the people; especially in the part of the county that I call home, where Rugby is practically a religion and Ali’s family regard my lifelong love for football with barely disguised bemusement. Her nephew Brett played professionally for a while, although not for long as he still has a straight nose and ears that look like more or less like ears – it’s a brutal game. I stopped playing as soon as it was no longer compulsory at school and never felt tempted to return to the field.
The upshot of the weekend levity was that Monday would bring a small delay to what would almost certainly be my final chance to capture the transient autumn hues, and Lee and I had decided to start at Respryn Wood and then double back to Ladock later on. The morning delivered a pleasant walk through the beautiful woodland alongside the River Fowey, but the lack of colour, the jumbled assembly of trees and the harsh mid-morning light found us beginning to understand why photographs of trains fill the page if you type “Respryn” into the search bar on this platform. Yet again the colours that we’d found so abundantly along the roadside were almost completely absent on entry into the canopy, and what we did find proved to be compositions that were beyond our photographic wits. We didn’t linger long, both of us having skipped breakfast in anticipation of an early lunch break at Cornwall Services, and for much of the day it seemed that the pizza outlet in the middle of the concourse would provide the highlight of the entire outing. In fact, perhaps it did.
We arrived at Ladock early in the afternoon, where I was keen to return to a composition I’d spotted on an earlier visit in May. Slipping and sliding along the muddy paths where tractors driven by lumberjacks had churned the mud into a soupy slurry, I led the way to the place that sat so clearly in my mind from six months earlier, only to find that it had seemed to have mysteriously moved to another part of the forest. That’s the thing about Ladock Wood – you think you’ve got your bearings but then it gradually dawns on you that you know nothing beyond where the car park is. Much of the forest is planted with rows of dark Spruce trees, tall and sterile, where nothing else grows and birdsong is eerily absent. Here and there you’ll find patches of indigenous woodland; much prettier, although usually more difficult to photograph as well. When I did finally chance upon the glade of Alder trees I’d been searching for, it quickly became obvious that the light wasn’t going to hit this part of the wood in the way I needed it to at this time of year. Worse still, there was no foliage left at all, just bare branches stretching away from the silvery trunks. I sighed and wondered whether it was time to abandon woodland capers until next spring. It seemed a lot easier in the bluebell season you know.
Further on we skittered along the heavy sludge filled path that coated the sides of our wellies, with little sense of purpose, eventually heading off in different directions, occasionally crossing paths at the edges of the dark silent Spruce filled plantation. As the pockets of light began to disappear, I realised I was alone, blundering through a variety of compositions, never truly convinced by any of them. At the end of the golden hour, I found myself somewhere in the north western side of the forest, on a patch of high ground with my camera pointed at the last stubborn group of orange trunks among the shadows. This, I was sure was the moment I’d been waiting for, and as I skated along the perilous path one last time, congratulating myself on not actually having fallen over at any point, I felt sure I’d got the shot I was going to share with you. Although it seems I hadn’t because it’s not the one that I’ve posted alongside this tale.
Later in the pub, we examined each others’ photos over a pint as we usually do. Lee had taken a shot of the sun bursting through the trees with lovely leading lines made by shadows that I was sure would be a winner, while he burst into excited animation over a flaming orange copse on the back of my camera. So of course, it was inevitable that we would each ignore the other’s reactions completely and both post a shot from the same moment of the day. It was immediately after the disappointment of the Alders that we walked towards a patch of dazzling illumination through the deep cover of the Spruces and found this small tree, caught by vivid sunlight for a few fleeting moments.
So that’s it. Autumn is over and we agreed that it was a bit of a relief to be thinking about all things coastal in the coming months. I know where I am on a big empty beach when the tide is out or the storms are raging. It’s a lot less confusing than trying to arrange unruly trees on a three inch screen and it’s a lot easier to take a passable shot. On the plus side, my success at staying on my feet on surfaces that seemed hell bent on sending me tumbling to the ground has seen me completing my entry form for the next season of “Dancing on Ice.” As the common law uncle of a former minor league sporting icon in a small town at the back and beyond of nowhere in particular, I feel confident that the celebrity credentials required to appear on such a programme are suitably fulfilled. If it goes well, one day I might even have servants to clean the mud from my wellies for me.
Redstart (F) - Phoenicuros Phoenicuros
The common redstart (Phoenicurus phoenicurus), or often simply redstart, is a small passerine bird in the redstart genus Phoenicurus. Like its relatives, it was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family, (Turdidae), but is now known to be an Old World flycatcher (family Muscicapidae).
Common redstarts prefer open mature birch and oak woodland with a high horizontal visibility and low amounts of shrub and understorey especially where the trees are old enough to have holes suitable for its nest. They prefer to nest on the edge of woodland clearings. In Britain it occurs primarily in upland areas less affected by agricultural intensification, but further east in Europe also commonly in lowland areas, including parks and old gardens in urban areas. They nest in natural tree holes, so dead trees or those with dead limbs are beneficial to the species; nestboxes are sometimes used. A high cover of moss and lichen is also preferred. They also use mature open conifer woodland, particularly in the north of the breeding range. Management to thin out the trees is thus favoured.
In England, where it has declined by 55% in the past 25 years, the Forestry Commission offers grants under a scheme called England's Woodland Improvement Grant (EWIG); as does Natural Englands Environmental Stewardship Scheme. It is a very rare and irregular breeding bird in Ireland, with between one and five pairs breeding in most years, mainly in County Wicklow.
It is a summer visitor throughout most of Europe and western Asia (east to Lake Baikal), and also in northwest Africa in Morocco. It winters in central Africa and Arabia, south of the Sahara Desert but north of the Equator, from Senegal east to Yemen. It is widespread as a breeding bird in Great Britain, particularly in upland broadleaf woodlands and hedgerow trees, but in Ireland it is very local, and may not breed every year.
The males first arrive in early to mid April, often a few days in advance of the females. Five or six light blue eggs are laid during May, with a second brood in mid summer in the south of the breeding range. It departs for Africa between mid-August and early October. It often feeds like a flycatcher, making aerial sallies after passing insects, and most of its food consists of winged insects. The call is chat-like and the alarm a plaintive single note, wheet, like that of many other chats.
The male’s song is similar to that of the Robin, but never more than a prelude, since it has an unfinished, feeble ending.
The morning light was intensifying and the people who had often travelled far distances were still immersed in the river in prayer. It was a very spiritual sight no matter what your religion. People bath in the Ganges and wash clothes in the river. It is a busy place, but there still is a calm feeling about experiencing the Ganges.
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Moved to my dorm, ended up getting some old bonkles from a guy I met while I was at the LUGs United Expo. Most of the stuff was rahkshi/bohrok with some other bits, so I'm stuck with that for the time being.
Parts limitation considered, I guess it didn't turn out too bad.
Perhaps a little wistful thinking on my part and my yearning to return to the South West of France intensifies.
Through dank woods shrouded in shifting mists and light that seemed to intensify the lurid colours of decay.
Kreative People Fog and Mist ~ Contest 55 September 18-->October 16
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Beautiful pinks intensify just before sunrise as a gentle breeze blows in from the Langdales disturbing the mirror like waters.
When all the Northern Lights chatter started to intensify on Thursday I knew I had to get out and give it a shot. I missed it last time and didn't want a repeat of that. I did a quick crash course online, changed some settings on my camera, and hoped for the best.
Along with everyone else who was out there, I was completely blown away by the show...even right here in Pennsylvania! I love seeing everyone's photos from that incredible night because it means we were all looking up in amazement at the same time. Stress and worries took a backseat to nature and that's what it is all about. 🌌
This is from a few years back up on Mt Rainier in a thick fog where the sun made a peak through which really intensified the color of sunset.
Wet plate collodion negative.
5x7”. Petzval lens f4. Midafternoon (7:00 p.m., August 8, 2020). 8,5 EI100. 1 minute exposure. New Guy for negatives. Iodine intensification. Negative scan.
Red chilis drying under the sun in Bogura district, northern Bangladesh. Drying the chilis intensifies the color, flavor, and heat of this spicy vegetable. The chili farming season in Bangladesh typically lasts from November to March, and while some of the chilis are exported, most are processed for domestic consumption. Walking into a chili drying yard is an experience in and of itself. The air is pungent with the spicy aroma of chili, and after a few minutes it irritates your mucus membranes and airways and you start to cough and eyes start to water. The workers processing the chilis all have red tinged hands and feet. I don't honestly know how they endure working there all day.
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Himmelboot Brunhilde 'Hildi' meldet sich!
This is the main teaser shot. More pictures of the build and crew will follow (most likely over the weekend), accompanied with the usual background story for flavor.
I have a new, larger, backdrop for my light box, but I'm not 100% satisfied with it, so I might reshoot the photos. That's why I won't upload all of the photos right away. But please enjoy this instead.
Notes: This one's also based on a Warhammer model, but waaaay more loosely than the steam tank. My goal wasn't to build a 1:1 copy here. The Arkanaut Ironclad was the base, but I made my version a bit more compact, because a larger boat would require an even larger balloon and I wasn't quite sure on how to achieve that in an economically feasible way.
For the BoBS people: as with the steam tank, this isn't an actual unit, but more of a 'what if' for the city of Essen.
My first ever collodio chloride (Aristotype) P.O.P. print from a 4x5 intensified wet collodion negative. UV Photographics Aristotype kit. Printed in the shade for ~12-15 minutes. Bostick & Sullivan Gold chloride/Ammonium Thiocyanate gold toner 3 minutes.
Very easy process. Noticing some discoloration on the scan from what looks like fingerprints. Perhaps from touching the paper without gloves on before printing and some of my salt transferred.
My gold toner might be getting weaker. This was 3 minutes of toning with almost nothing to show for it. Christopher James says you can tone for up to 30 minutes so next time I'll go longer.
Could've used a hair more exposure too but this isn't bad. I like how you can see some of the collodion film peeling up at the edges of the print.
There is a huge language barrier between Victor and I. Just as much English he speaks, that's how much of a Spanish I know. And it's too low on both sides to communicate anything. But he's artistic, he's got the eye. His son is a fashion photographer back in Ecuador. He definitely knows what makes good pictures. AND THAT, my friends, is the language we speak to eachother without any problems.
He was working; silkscreening two inch thick acrylic blocks with messages for some high-end firm. He came into the office, called me and signaled me to bring my camera along to the production department. I followed, he posed, I clicked: this is what came out along with a few more that I'll post later...
Pearly Everlasting (Anaphlis margaritacea) wildflowers in an alpine meadow on Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park near Port Angeles, Washington on Thursday, August 23, 2018.
I blogged about this here: View 412: Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center.
On May 3rd, 2002 it was a historic day... A woman went into labor at home. She bore the brunt of the pain for 5 hours till it suddenly intensified to the point of tears and screams... but was told it was normal so she stayed home an additional 3 hours, it was then the woman decided that something was dreadfully wrong.
An hour and half, as the doctor performed an emergency c/s it was discovered that the woman had completely ruptured! The baby girl and amniotic sac were free floating. The actual rate of survival for this type of rupture for the mother is 10%. The rate of survival for the baby, almost nothing...
This child, a girl was named Sonnet Claire. She was born dead. She was completely blue and unresponsive. The hospital worked on her for over an hour to get the baby stable. After transfer to a larger hospital the next day, it was discovered the baby girl who weighed in at a whopping 8 pounds 11 ounces, was indeed in severe danger. She was septic. An aggressive antibiotic treatment was lunched, while her mother watched helplessly from the sidelines, recovering from her own brush with death. Her father abandoned both mother and child less than 48 hours after the birth. With three small children at home, the woman stood up and shouldered a very shaky world.
It is amazing to look here at Sonnet Claire, to see her celebrating her 6th birthday. She is my miracle, one that made me appreciate the gifts I've been given and the gifts I have yet to receive.
She was meant to be here in this moment. She was just meant to be.