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As 2019 closes, thoughts of new beginnings stream anew, meandering; encountering obstacles; redirecting. The path forward is unclear, but the water will find the way.
On the of the things on my bucket list was to ride on a motorcycle even though I was scared to try it. For years I have come up with an excuse everytime someone offered to take me for a ride. My minister has a motorcycle and he was going to take me. I never went. Yet, I always had a nagging in the back of my mind about a failed attempt at something I wanted to do. I let the fear get in the way of just experiencing something that was, once again, out of my safe box.
This year when we were in Bermuda, my son rented a moped. I knew that it was now or never. Who else would take my fears seriously and respond if I wanted off? So I just put on foot over that seat, held on to Chris and off I went. Scared, sure. Happy, you bet. Another one crossed off the bucket list, with a wonderful memory of time spent with my son.
I'm getting better at holding on and letting go... The rest of the story is on the blog...
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“I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.”
― Jeffrey McDaniel
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As I took this photo, my nephew commented on how something so destructive could create another thing beautiful.
Sometimes you have to just stop hiding... even behind the pretty things. Let go of the unnecessary politeness... stop saying "it's oky" when it's not... don't smile if you don't feel like... don't say anything if you just want to be quite.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to. It isn't compulsory to be happy all the time...it's rather unnatural. Realise this, accept this and you will feel so much lighter. Let your heart become the weightless flower that it's suppose to be.
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Release those emotions and negative feelings. Whitnall Park waterfall at north end of Mallard Lake in early Spring 2015. Franklin, Wisconsin.
Sometimes we feel we are inside something
perhaps it began in our mother’s womb,
cradled in warmth,
a silence that hummed like safety.
A place where fear could not find us.
A box,
not a prison,
but a promise.
And then
we were placed outside.
Shivering in the light,
surrounded by sounds that did not care
for our softness.
We learned the weight of air,
the ache of absence,
the long reach of longing.
But tell me
in all your trembling,
did you notice her?
Outside her own box,
watching you become.
Can you see her face,
creased with the courage it took
to let you go?
Her hands, still warm from holding you,
now empty?
Her gaze,
more fragile than your cry?
She was outside too
brave, breaking,
unboxed.
Sometimes I simply choke while out with the camera. I head off with best intentions, usually;ly based on an urge to be creative. But for whatever reason things just don't work out for me. We've all been there. You download your photos to the computer, and one after another they are a total disappointment. For me it's often a good concept that just wasn't realized; lighting was off; good compositions but everything just looked flat. Or maybe great lighting but crappy compositions. Perhaps I allowed myself to be distracted during the session (a sure-fire way for my photos to suffer). Then there are days which are pure magic, and these are the ones I live for. Everything just seems effortless. I move from scene to scene and it all just falls into place. Lighting, compositions, inspiration, creativity, all feed one another. I had such a day last December. But as is sometimes the case I didn't fully appreciate it until much later. That's why I've learned not to get too judgmental during the actual session. If I base decisions on how things feel in the moment, I might cut short what could turn out to be a very productive session. The point is you just never know until you review your results. This image was a grab shot taken not long after I had set out that morning. Camera was slung over my shoulder as I walked along with no intent on taking photos along the way. Suddenly I just stopped and looked around (happens all the time, I never know why but I've learned to heed my instincts). This is the scene I captured, full of detail, depth, texture. The composition looking simultaneously random and well planned...the environment and feeling of the moment perfectly preserved. On this day, even the throwaway shots helped tell the story. Days like this really help compensate for the dud sessions.
I've had this photo in my head for a long time now. Almost a year. It's strange shooting something you've thought about for that long. I was almost nervous when I was prepping the mummy, and then I was so surprised when I was editing at how different it looked than it did in my mind. You can't tell, but this was shot at the top of a mountain. I was so grateful to my friend Adam Knapp, who not only assisted me hauling this mannequin up to the treacherous location, but also in achieving this very high angle that I would not have been able to get with just my tripod.
The initial concept behind this was that the body symbolized the corpse of our childhood dreams; The horrible realization we have as adults that so many of the things we hoped and wished for as youths are never going to happen. It seems to me letting go of those hopes can be one of the most painful losses a person can go through. Almost like a death of sorts.
Of course, I encourage people to imagine whatever backstory they like. Always curious to hear your interpretations. ;)
Photographer: Adam Knapp Concept/Direction/Post-Production: Me
My brother died. We didn't expect it; we weren't prepared. He was 44. Sudden cardiac death. It's been two months and three days. Yesterday was 9 weeks. I don't know when I'll stop counting. My co-workers gave me this willow tree figurine when I went back to work. I am not a religious person. In fact, I'm an atheist. So I have to just let go. I was actually taking pictures tonight to see what I could come up with for this week's Macro Mondays, and I ended up with this. This makes me think of him and how I feel. Numb. Hurt. Letting go, because I have no other choice.
In 2009 I captured sunlight bouncing off snow and highlighting the tulips that we grew from bulbs in glass containers. I felt happy.
Unfortunately, fairly quickly after posting the photo on Redbubble, copies of the photo began showing up on Pinterest and then Facebook, etc., largely as a "how-to-grow" photo. Without attribution.
For several years I wavered between the use of signatures or just letting go. Why did I want attribution, I asked myself? In a hundred years, what the heck difference would it make? And you know? I still have the joy of seeing and taking photos with lower angled light in winter.
Just one thing: If you see a copy of this photo anywhere except with a reference to me, please — do NOT tell me.
For example: wonderfuldiy.com/wonderful-growing-tulips-in-vase/
Nikon D200, Nikkor 105mm f/2.8,
1/500 sec; f/2.8; ISO 100
manual exposure, tripod
If I had one dream, it would be to live near the Arunachala hill in such a house one day, if the time is right and I'm ready for it ...
Some days ago, I joined Aviv from the Norwegian Wildlife Hospital, when he released a tawny owl (Strix aluco), after treating it for a head injury from a crash ten days earlier.
It was 4 years old and weighed 500 grams, which either corresponds to a small female or a large male.
It went very well, and I hope it has many good years left, since they can live up to 20 years.
(Kattugle in Norwegian)
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La vie nous apprend certainement à développer une certaine souplesse..car on ne la dirige pas toujours comme on le veut ( elle ne se déroule pas toujours comme nos plans prévus) et de plus, il y a aussi l'importance de lâchez prise, ne pas critiquer ou diriger les autres, mais se concentrer plutôt à devenir ce que l'on rêve d'être.
Life teaches us certainly to develop .. some flexibility because we do not always direct it as we want (it does not always run as our plans we have planned), there is also the importance of letting go, not criticize or direct others, but to be concentrate instead to become what we dream of being.
They'll try to hold you back
They will say you're wrong
But they will never understand
The journey that you're on
They'll try to change your mind
They'll try to change your heart
But they will never understand
Who you are
And you still believe
And you know
You must go
Where the dream takes you
(Where your dream takes your heart)
Where your heart longs to be
(Your dream will lead you on)
When you finally find that place
You'll find all you need
Where the dream leads you
(Your dream will lead you home)
Far as your heart can see
There's a world that waits for you
You're not alone
You'll find your home
Where the dream takes you
(Where the dream takes you)
There's something in your soul
That won't be denied
It's the faith to dream that keeps
the dream alive
So you still believe
And you know
You must go
Where dream takes you
(Where your dream takes your heart)
Where your heart longs to be
(Your dream will lead you on)
There's a world that waits for you
You're not alone
You'll find you home
Where the dream takes you
Go where your heart is meant to be
And you may find
Somebody there
Someone to share you dream
When you finally find that place
You'll find all you need
Where the dream leads you
(Your dream will lead you home)
Far as your heart can see
There's a world that waits for you
You're not alone
You'll find your home
Where the dream takes you
Theme song to Disney’s “Atlantis” performed by Mya (2000)
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"Let all go dear... so comes love"
E.E. Cummings
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It's been over a month since my last upload. August has been a little rough for our family. We lost my grandma recently so I haven't been in the mood to take photos and edit them. I do have a couple lined up and all ready for uploading, but I didn't feel like posting them yet either. Today is the 30th day anniversary of her death. The whole family got together to pray for her soul.
During her funeral, our family released a bunch of white balloons as they lowered her casket into the ground. It was a very sad yet beautiful moment. I wanted a self portrait that I could dedicate to my grandma so I decided to use a white balloon to symbolize her.
Goodbye Lola! You're with Lolo now. We love you and we'll miss you!
(This week's title came from a quote I found online. Supposedly it came from headstone in Ireland.)
ODC-Letting Go
Lately Shizandra has been letting go of the Kong ball on Stu's foot. If you look closely you can see the ball is just about to hit his foot. This way he will know she's brought it back for him to throw again.
A little preview of the submissions I've received so far for my graphic design senior thesis project at Pratt Institute. Please see my previous post (flic.kr/p/YGZjf9) for more information about the project and where to submit!
I am still in a state of wonder of the beauty that is around me daily since the letting go. Each road I take, each bend in the road is just another reminder.
Looks best-
Then as it was, then again it will be
An' though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
you stood in the same place
for so long
not knowing which direction
your feet should move.
and then one day
a light from the eyes
of another
led you forward.
and every missed opportunity
vanished.
DESIA KONDH Tribe.
Early morning play while kids waiting and playing while chapatis are being cooked.
The women in this tribe are readily identifiable by their geometric facial tattoos that on close observation bear striking similarity to tiger's whiskers. These identifying marks ensure they will recognize each other in the spirit world.
Orissa, India,2010
©Ingetje Tadros
It can take a long journey to finally find a place in life to simply let go.
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I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry or complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face
Oh, mister, wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree
Here's coming a better version of me~~~~~~~~~~~~Fiona Apple
Bring it! I'm SO damn ready for 2011! It's been a fucked up year....but I came through...on the other side...living..learning and trying to love...not give it but to accept it. I don't make resolutions cause hey, I'm no quitter...=P My New Year began months ago so I'm gonna keep on doing what I'm doing...If I don't post again before the New Year...a very happy one to you all...be good to yourself...don't put undue pressure upon anything..Just live...enjoy....admire...appreciate....XOXO
This is exactly as the photo came from my camera - no sharpening, color saturation, cropping or whatever.... I'm not very good at macro or closeup shots, so my critical eye sees the blur and lack of focus and says, bleh... but still I really like this image. Mostly I am blown away by the way the inside of this milkweed pod looks like it has rubbed-on gold leaf. Like a sacred icon, or the dome of a temple, or the wonderful honey you find when you look at someone you love.
Besides all that, in my opinion, milkweed is one of the most amazing plants in so many ways. I make handmade paper from the stems. And I use the seeds (the fluff) in the paper as well, as an added texture. And the pods! They are so sexy!
if you'd like to read a poem I wrote to go with this series, please click here.
Part of the Set, Milkweed Mother. Read the dedication here
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. -Havelock Ellis
for the Poetography Group theme - Life
Textures are my own.
Submitted to Kim Klassen's Friday Finds - snatched these little cone flowers from one of our community flower gardens (ssshhh... don't tell!) - they are so pretty even on the wane...
I am feeling better today. Thank you everyone for your very kind words.
And thank you especially to those who wrote to me privately to tell me about their own experiences with miscarriage. It is both heartbreaking and comforting to know that I am not alone. ♥