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Even though it's been over a year since Chelsea my lovely walking companion left us, I turn around sometimes and see if she's still with me. It's just not the same hiking around without her :(
"If you must die, sweetheart
Die knowing your life was my life's best part"
Keaton Henson - "You"
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I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
I can make you this, baby, I can make you that
I could take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
As I recover from shoulder surgery, I have assigned myself a big, major, huge project…and yes it concerns photography! My mission, should I decide to accept it (Mission Impossible reference) is to clean out and organize my 2TB external hard drive…that contains every digital photo that I have retained since 1985. The majority also have the RAW file associated with that photo attached. Files numbering in the tens of thousands that have been filed, misfiled, triple duplicated and thrown into folders as if I were dealing cards. My ADHD and sense of personal embarrassment will simply not allow this craziness to continue.
The blessing of this process is not just the discovery of photos long forgotten, but the memories contained. These files may well prove themselves to be priceless…not just for the memories depicted in the photos, but as a partner as I spent the next five weeks, the hours ahead fighting off my nemesis, boredom!
Here is one from a very good day…
You know that it was a very good day when you can remember everything about that day, the temperature, the warmth of the sun, the smell of a spring pasture and in this case anxiety of having to go to work when your best girl is about to give birth! It was the 13th of May, 2010 and our National Champion (Reserve Color Champion, 2006 AOBA Nationals) girl Rosalita was in labor. Joann and I both went to work to check in and start clearing the days schedule, both securing the day off with bosses and returning to the farm in record time.
A quick switch from work to farm cloths and a short trot to the front pasture found that Rosalita had already lost her mucus plug…her cria would be born anytime now. It was time to grab some lawn chairs, my camera and our birthing kit and just wait for things to progress. In the back of my mind, I prayed for a smooth, natural birth and that I would not have to put on the big gloves ever again and assist.
The next hour provided us with a memory of a lifetime as Giacomo would come into the world! A 19.2-pound male from Legend’s Challenger, at that time one of the top gray males in the country. The beauty of the moment, the cycle of life experience on such a beautiful May day is forever etched into my soul. Joann and I removed the remnants of the birth sack and dried our gift. The name Giacomo was chosen as it was in honor of my father who had passed some four years before. It was his childhood nickname and I know that it would have made him smile…like this photo does for me now as I utilize the editing program Lightroom to bring it to life.
This photo captures the bonding process/moment that alpaca mothers do just after birth. She gently takes her lips and nose and rub it against that of her cria, all the while making a clicking sound that bonds the two together for life. She will also use the same area to help her cria stay steady on its wabbly, minutes old legs.
What a blessing it is to witness not just the new physical body that God had created, but also the pure, palpable, natural love that was immediate between mother and son as well.
I didn’t know it then, but Giacomo would be the last cria born to us at Serene-n-Green Alpacas. In the early fall of 2010, a couple came to the farm and bought our last five alpacas, water buckets, farm name, logos, hay and trailer to start their own turn-key alpaca farm in Ohio.
Today, when anyone asks if I miss raising alpacas my response is immediate and direct. I miss birthing those babies!
Chase experiences, not things!
Found this one in my outtakes pile.
Went to #61 on Explore on 4/30/2011
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Coming to an end. Great right?
It's been almost 5 months since the passing of my angel. Rain it's so hard without you...i try to hang in there and stay strong... i miss you so much !!
I should probably explain why I haven’t been around for a while.
A few months ago I put down my camera and put on my running shoes to begin training for a 48 hour fixed time race to bring in the new year. It didn’t end well.
Going forward, I want to put down my Nikes and pick up my Nikon. As soon as my broken finger heals, I want to go out and take some pictures.
In the meantime, here is a repost from a few years ago, when the Trump administration proposed the removal of this place from the protection of the Grand Staircase/Escalante National Monument. Nowadays, things are looking better for the future of my hoodoo friends.
The photo has been lightly edited, and the text, below, somewhat more.
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Memento Mori (The Queen)
Daughter of ancient sea and flowing lava
conceived and buried
after a million centuries rising
her crown choosing her
as the land falls away
She has lived through it all
seen fantastic things come
and go in a stream
of deep time ending
with the arrival of man her assassin
She has not much longer to exist …
what wind earth and water would do
slowly
man will accomplish in an instant
And so I come to her court
cloud moon and stars
this beautiful woman who has
endured,
like me soon to be no more
to sleep at her feet
and dream
The silent tears which remember you
you are in my silent prayers
do you know that i miss you
do you know that i truly do
I always catch my breath
And I’m still standing here
And you’re miles away
And I’m wondering why you left
And there’s a storm that’s raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time
Thinking about you
And it’s almost driving me wild
And that’s my heart that’s breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
I ain’t missing you at all
Since you’ve been gone away
I ain’t missing you
No matter
What my friends say
There’s a message in the wild
And I’m sending you this signal tonight
You don’t know how desperate I’ve become
And it looks like I’m losing this fight
~by John Waite
After missing the creamsicle many times and after a rather difficult chase I was happy enough to get one well lit wedge to checkmark the 8105. NS 173 Atlanta,GA.
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I am missing the grayness and rain of Oregon today. Southern California's drought is weighing me down. Its been a long dry winter here.
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Apologies for the break and long gap in blogging. :( I was runnign (and actually still am) into some really weird issues in SL with constantly (basically ever yother second) unrezzing textures. It's driving me pretty batty. Will be back in business hopefully very soon! :)
On a sunny day you walk past the park and they are empty...
No yells, screams, bangs and prangs.....
Just a sad silence and yearning swings....
This is a merge of two seperate shots. At first, when I saw the beach hut half-buried in the sand, I thought it was quite funny...but the more I looked at it, the more sinister it appeared. Once we discovered these creepy old woods behind the beach, the idea for this image crept in and wouldn't go away. As always, I blame it on growing up reading too much Stephen King!
Not the most brilliant of merges I know. My photoshop skills are less than brilliant, but it whiled away a couple of hours on a very grotty day ;-)
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As we are currently living in London there are some days that we totally miss home!
Here is a shot from our last Summer holiday 2014 in New Zealand only months before jet-setting to the other side of the world to live.
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I don’t normally talk about my problems on Flickr, but I’m really struggling lately so I need to vent. I hesitate to even talk about it because it’s one of those things that unless you’ve been through it, it’s easy to judge because of a lack of understanding.
I”ve been dealing with chronic pain for 2 years now. It’s not the kind of pain that comes and goes. If only I could be that lucky. I hurt 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and have for 2 solid years. It’s isolated to my neck, back and shoulder all on the right side. When I open my eyes in the morning, I’m hurting. When I close my eyes at night, I’m still hurting. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat and cried over the fact that it never lets up. Nothing relieves it. Nothing. I’ve seen numerous doctors, been through test after test, tried numerous therapies both traditional and alternative, but still can’t get a clear diagnosis or any relief. This week I’m scheduled to go to a pain specialist for a diagnostic procedure, but even he doesn’t sound hopeful.
I’ve become an expert at hiding this. I smile, laugh and carry on with my life only to come home at night exhausted from fighting it. I’ve yet to miss a day of work because of it. 99% of the people I come in contact with everyday have no clue what’s going on.
This week is just a bad week. It’s one of those weeks where I’m tired of being strong.
That being said, if it wouldn’t have been for photography, I don’t know where I’d be with this right now. It has truly saved me and continues to do so. When my camera’s in my hand, I almost forget about the pain. Almost. It brings me so much joy.
So the title of this photo is very fitting for me. I’m truly missing me right now because that’s what chronic pain does, it takes pieces of you bit by bit.
But I’m a fighter and I”ll keep fighting. Because a part of me still believes that someday, someone will figure this out and fix me.