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Headed out with the camera the other day. Had no real purpose in mind for photography. But it was the sort of day I knew would immerse me in feeling. And usually that's more than ample justification to bring the camera. Where emotion develops, creativity is soon to follow. My motivation this day was the extreme winds typical of the March lion. I hiked up a nearby ridge where the winds were especially forceful. I've always loved the feeling of being jostled by the unseen force of moving air. Here it was difficult to stand still or even catch my breath at times. All around me the landscape was whipped into a frenzy of motion while ominous cloud shadows rolled across the valley. Everything in motion, every one of my senses filled, the moment was totally immersive. I just felt so alive.
Just over three days later came the dreadful news of the death of my wife's mother. Judy was 86 but still seemed full of life. There was a sense of shock and grief, but it was assuaged by the warmth and love that she exuded in life. Truly a legacy of compassion and caring. In the days since I've thought back to my afternoon in the wind, being blown about in a carefree, childlike fashion...momentarily disconnected from daily stress and worry. Much to be said for living in the moment, never knowing how many moments truly remain. As we mourn the loss of our matriarch, there is that unspoken awareness that we all now must ascend another rung on the ladder of life. And that top rung draws slowly yet inexorably closer. Best we can hope for is a life well loved. Like Judy's.
Life is like stepping onto a boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink. — Shunryu Suzuki.
Rowboats work, too.
“Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.“
Eric Fromm, the art of loving. In the center of the flower if the color is yellow it is still to be pollinated.. If it’s red it has already been pollinated. This one is somewhere in between. Smile
Goodbye, Richmond Park!
Last week, on what would have been my father's 89th birthday (and the day after my mother's anniversary) we signed the contract on the sale of the family home in Killyclogher - the definite end of an era. This picture was taken in the beautiful garden my father had created, on my very last visit - the surviving goldfish, still hale and hearty but going in their own directions, seemed like a fitting metaphor.
" Come on .... Cry me a river
Cry me a river
Eye cried a river over you "
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4hPii_RVHE
Cry me a river - Diana Krall live in Paris
SOOC
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The story here opens at a place and time that may evoke the crucial color. A morning scene like this would be a ticket to a variety of eye pleasing elements when we are meant to focus on the sensory wonderment or even for the perfect shape of heart on a romantic connection.
As a beautiful, yet with some enigmatic metaphor this is the image of a blue hour – a time before sunrise when the whole world has this blueish color to it. At the dawn of a new day when everyone is embracing the possibilities it may bring.
The scene becomes something of a tranquil state not just retrieval of childhood memories that fuses an air of melancholy at the same time, but also for the kind of optimism towards the future it represents.
That’s why It is said that Images are beautifully muted cinematography and in various ways they are striking and memorable.