This new life of mine is measured in countless, blessed and beautiful moments captured in photographs. The most pivotal one called 'December Gazing" and this one above of me infront of Buddy Guy's louge/club in Chicago July 2007 taken shortly after embarking on the greatest trip of my life, a trip and adventure to last a lifetime. Photography saved me in so many ways and now, for what it's worth, I live and breathe it. At a time when everything was out of control photography was the only thing I had control over. It's taught me to be/live in the present and not only capture but truly appreciate and savour the moment.
It's no wonder I'm rather passionate about photography; it lead me to Marshall, (a.k.a PhrankPower) the love of my life. Never did I ever dreamed or dared imagine I'd ever come to experience, let alone, dwell happily with a love of this breath and depth. I feel truly blessed and at times as Ebenezer Scrooge said "I don't deserve to be this happy!"
The galleries here continue to inspire me to do better as a photographer and to dream bigger dreams. The world is a vast beautiful and wild place, I thank you all for sharing pictures of your world and life. I appreciate your views and time. Comments for improvement is always appreciated and welcomed.
And be sure to... "Live like there's no tomorrow, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no one's watching."
Comments (7)
Chipka
The tombstones themselves are a testament to the harshness of life in the earlier days of American history. Nowadays, we tend to romanticize earlier ages, but the harsh truth of the matter is that human mortality rates were a lot higher than they are now, and the causes of death were more-often-than-not disease. I'm always fascinated by graveyard pictures, especially in such old resting places as this appears to be. The stones are weathered. They are simple and hand-wrought, and that's the strangest and most touching testament to the harshness of our past (in more ways that I care to go into here.) There are no fancy angels here, no obelisks, or other structures borrowed from other cultures in an even more romanticized past than the one we often look at. There are simple stones with hand carved dates on them, and that is what's so touching. There's no pretense, there were very few comforts available to people back then, and this means that even during periods of grief, there could be no fancy comforts or smarmy televised sentiments about how they've moved on or crossed over. It's touching in a so many ways, that when things were harsh, as they invariably were, people dealt with grief and called death by its proper name. I find that both chilling and comforting, and this duo of images evokes all of that.
Sea_Dog
Powerful images. The shortness of these two lives is touching and a bit disturbing. The weathered headstones and dead leaves intensifies the images and adds to their sadness.
mandloks
Beautiful pictures, and an interesting but sad presentation.
MrsLubner
I used to take my daughter to the old cemetery when she was younger and then my grand daughter used to go with me and we'd picnic on the pathways there. I have been going every so often for the past 25 years. There are many sad sights like this - as many as 5 children dying within a week during the cholera epidemic...all under the age of 10. Many newborns dead in their first 3 weeks. Life was hard and a cough was taken as a death threat back then. Every illness was serious because it could kill so easily under the conditions. I imagine the parents here saw much the same around them to other families. Death was as much a part of life as a birth or a wedding or harvest time. You gathered the sorrow in and pulled up your head and you just kept going. You had no choice. Lovely shots.
npauling
How heartbreaking this must have been for the parents and strange that they both got to 10. Well spotted.
whaleman
There is much to be seen in any old graveyard!
Hubba1
Very cool :)