Death memory
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A very old analouge negative taken on Boxing Day some twenty odd years ago. This girl was living with my younger sister in Darlinghurst in Sydney at the time and yes there were drugs involved. Neither of them survived the experience. All I have left is some very old photo’s and my memories. To death us do drug. Was that a challenge, a motto or a promise. I could never work it out.
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Soldiers who sacrificed their lives during world war 2 should never be forgetten.
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The Strawberry Fields memorial garden in central park, NY, close to where John Lennon was killed on 8th December 1980. More New York
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I’ve always loved Margaret Widdemer’s poem, “The Watcher.” I’ve coupled it with an image I took of a steeple of a very old church in Houston, Texas. I hope that those who have suffered the loss of a mother will find comfort in this photo. My mother is still alive and I am grateful for her; I created this image for those whose mothers are no longer with them and who suffer loneliness, especially during the holidays and on birthdays and anniversaries of death.
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Mark, an American soldier, gave his life for his fellow countrymen in the war in Iraq. The only one of his unit to survive the initial blast, he battled for life as he was flown back to the United States for medical care. His family flocked to his side and surrounded him with love in his final hours. Not long after his arrival in America, he died on home soil in the arms of his loved ones. His mother Kim, my husband’s first cousin, wrote this poem, “Is it you?” as she struggled with grief and loneliness for her young son. She asked me if I had a dragonfly photo to accompany her poem which relates the tale of the dragonflies that seem to hover near her in a show of consolation. This image is our collaboration, our joint effort, in memory of Mark Graham who defended the cause of freedom with steadfast determination and a valiant heart. May he rest in peace and may the angels surround him and his family now and forever. (100% of proceeds from sales will go to the Mark W. Graham Foundation; see another image, “Is it you?” in this portfolio if you’d like a green dragonfly. It will print better in the card size). Taken from the Mark W. Graham Foundation website, here is additional information about the foundation to which all funds from the sales of these images will be donated: “The Mark W. Graham Foundation is a non-profit organization which provides support for young people of character and military families in crisis. It honors the legacy of Mark Graham, a fallen soldier whose strength of character and gift of service to his country are an inspiration to all who knew him. Mark was a Lafayette, La., native and his death opened the community’s eyes to the reality of war and the sacrifice soldiers make in their fight to keep our country free. He was married to Stephanie for a little more than a year when he died. Mark was 22 years old.”
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When I posted “For Mark, an American soldier, who gave his life in Iraq,” I didn’t realize that it would not print well as a card, so I’m adding this image of the same poem by Kim Graham and a different dragonfly photo to accommodate those who would like a copy of this in card size. 100% of proceeds from sales will go to the Mark W. Graham Foundation. According to the foundation’s official website, “The Mark W. Graham Foundation is a non-profit organization which provides support for young people of character and military families in crisis. It honors the legacy of Mark Graham, a fallen soldier whose strength of character and gift of service to his country are an inspiration to all who knew him. Mark was a Lafayette, La., native and his death opened the community’s eyes to the reality of war and the sacrifice soldiers make in their fight to keep our country free. He was married to Stephanie for a little more than a year when he died. Mark was 22 years old.
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This is the 3rd shot from today’s series of photos from the local grave yard.. I had heard recently that grave yards make a great subject for IR photography, and I personally think I have to agree as I believe that this is my best IR shot so far.. / The cross that you can see behind the headstone in the middle of the shot is the cross that I used as the subject for my So Dark The Con Of Man shot.. / Anyway let me know what you all think and i hope you like it all as much as i do.. Thanks for looking! Uploaded 31/01/2008
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Dedicated in loving memory of Mitch LeFever. (May 10,1973-January 17,2008) / Rest in peace my dear….I love you. xoxoxo
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Thank you for looking. Sincere thanks to my dear fellow bubbler Sally Omar. Sally has been inspired and of which I am so grateful by this image ….. He came with a purpose / His Love Divine / Saved souls / Yours and mine / His love like a sweet fragrance / That flows in the day / Of roses and lilacs / Coming our way / His strength was like an Oak / A huge standing tree / His love so powerful / For you and me / He grew into a man / Reminding us all / That the Father was watching / He had to answer His call / Punished and beaten / At only thirty-three / Hung on a Cross / How can that be? / A thorn of crowns / Put on his head / Blood running down his face / And he still said / He forgave all the evil / That brought him to that place / The pain showed / In Sweet Jesus’ face / When I think of this / My heart skips a beat / Thinking of the nails / In His hands and His feet / Suffering and dying / For our sins / I still don’t fully understand / How this could have been / Didn’t his captors / See the grace in His eyes / Sweet Jesus sacrified all / For our sins and our lies / When I think of this picture / I really wish / That I was there / To have given Sweet Jesus a Kiss / LOVE DIVINE You have a big heart Sally & it’s made of pure gold! As are your words which give such life to the image. Thank you. Love, hugs & blessings to you and yours xx♥xx
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I shot this image in June of this year, 2008…....I was surprised in all my trips to the Monterey Peninsula here in CA, that I had never seen this…......I hope you enjoy, and remember this great artist and his love of life! / John Denver / ____ / All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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Memories fade, echoes diminish / But if you listen, in the quiet times / You can just faintly make out / Laughter, Love and Life A Rose of Cloth is all that’s left / To symbolise a vibrant life, guard a final resting place / And absorb the regretful tears / A simple Rose of Cloth / / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / / Photographer for Hire – All Occasions – Mail Me :) / / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. Calendars: Sets available on request. / / Writings (or ramblings) / Music of the Spheres / Another World / Time & Tears / The 3rd / The 10th / Weaver / High-Flyer / The In-Between Place / The Haggard Crone / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / The Black, White & Grey
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this picture says alot to me.. i’ve lost alot of people in my life… and anybody who has lost someone knows how it feels…. / even though it feels like things wont get better, they eventually do. / i call this photo “in loving memory” because the single rose reminds me of the people who have left this earth, with such grace and beauty. if you care to share a story of a loved one you’ve lost, feel free. You don’t have to.. but if you’d like to, i don’t mind. Rest In Graceful Peace : / Jordan Somerville – 18 years – ATV Accident – 2005 Brandon Southwind – 17 years – Suicide – 2005 Emily Morgan – 14 years – Awaiting her second double-lung transplant. Cystic Fibrosis – 2006 Stephanie Leung – 21 years – Allergic Reaction which triggered an Asthma Attack – 2007 Kevin Block – 21 years – Drinking and Driving Accident – 2007 Christie Rose – 18 years – Car Accident – 2008 Gone But Not Forgotten
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Dedicated to my father :-) Author unknown
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My Website Artwork and Model: Me Original Image by the Very Talented Barssel Missing I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / And past your door / But you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / Oh / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Could you be dead? / You always were two steps ahead / Of ev’ryone / We’d walk behind while you would run / I look up at your house / And I can almost hear you shout, down to me / Where I always used to be And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Back on the train / I ask why did I come again / Can I confess? / I’ve been hangin’ ‘round your old address / And the years have proved / To offer nothin’ since you moved / You’re long gone / But I can’t move on And I miss you / Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / Past your door / I guess you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, and I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Nothing But The Girl
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PLEASE VIEW LARGE Past Present or Future… The Greatest Gift you Can Give Is your Own Happiness / When you are in a state of joy or appreciation you are connected to the Stream of Source Energy that is truly who-you-are—and anything or anyone that you are holding as your object of attention benefits from your attention. / Abraham-Hicks 2004 So it is.. as you let go of the past mistakes/fears/losses and focus on what you truly desire in your life.. they fade and are replaced with the EVER PRESENT EXCITEMENT OF THE ETERNAL NOW..Just around the corner is your DREAMS COMING TRUE!! See it, Feel it,, and it is So!! Here’s the thought: “what would it be like to enter an elevator and get all of lifes questions answered…. you know the old fashion type of elevator.. with the pull metal door that perhaps now you only find in freight elevators… I have been and will be working on a images that I plan to use as a series for sale as art and as a book. Elevator Instructions…Have a peek at the others.. ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… BOOK 1..How to Live / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… How To Avoid Alienation / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… When Dad Leaves / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Loving Lifetimes / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Becoming Enlightened / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS…On Being Naked / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS.. On What Is Evil / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Writers Block / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Sailing Through Life / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Fanaticism / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Love and Sexual Relations
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Toddler leaning on soldier’s gravestone at a National Military Cemetery in the United States. This is one of those moments when I felt I was destined to be at this place at this moment in time. Nikon F3, 300mm f2.8 EDAF lens, Kodachrome 25
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Visiting and dreaming / Are the realities of the hope-world. / Crying and obtaining / Are the realities of the prayer-world. / Silencing and becoming / Are the realities of the meditation-world.Sri Chinmoy “Realities” is a collaborative work based on the wonderful photography of Eric Thom, but also includes my Clematis prints…see links below…although Eric’s photos are images of doors and windows of buildings, I saw them as more than that…I decided to create a collage of transfer prints to give the illusion of the interior of a place of worship, with light pouring in on those who come to meditate…..the large shape on the right is symbolic of all the floral tributes we make at the important events in our lives…Sri Chinmoys verse expresses all that the painting is meant to convey / / Inks and Bleach Pen on Saunders Hot Press Paper Eric Thom Advance You Really Don’t Want In Barrier To The Outside
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“Verse, fame and beauty are intense indeed, / But death intenser – death is life’s high mead.” John Keats, Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
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/ Oklahoma City National Memorial – another angle from previous image shot with my usual 85B warm filter on the lens.
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FEATURED in ABSTRACT DIGITALART and WRITING sept 09 THE ANGEL of DEATH / the Milmore Memorial The Milore Memorial was a fumerary commision / from the family of the Boston Sculptor Martin Milmore / (1844-1883) to honour his memory and that of his brother, / Joeseph(1841-1886), The original bronze was erected inForest hills Cemetry,Jamaica Plain,Massachusetts,in 1893, / this marble version was commisioned by the Metropolitan, / The memorial represents the moment when the Angel of Death inturrupts the sculptor’s work,staying the chisel in his / left hand,She also holds a bunch of poppies,symboliaing eternal sleep,The poetic content of the sculptor,as well as French’s successful intergration of real and ideal elements,makes the memorial a profound statement on the creation of art and the cessation of life, I photographed this memorial while viisiting The Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan,I then edited the image in Photoshop playing around in levels and altering the contrast a little,I knew that when i photographed this image that i wanted to add a little more exubereance to the overall look of the image. This is the original image with a slieght contrast adjustment.
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Self-portrait The concept first originated when I noticed some time back that my pendant and blazer almost matched in colour, and I was going to name this “The Colour of Wood”. However that idea changed as I recalled a memory flashback. So recently I was wished a friend a Happy Birthday on Facebook; then I suddenly remembered a very sad memory around the same time back in 2004. It was my first year in university and only about a month had passed. I was invited to this girl’s birthday party. I had lots of work to do and I was debating on it. But finally I decided to go as it was the time to get to know new people better. So on the day of the party I was getting ready; then suddenly I got a phone call saying that I should come home; my grandfather had just passed away… I could not believe what I was doing during the last minutes that my grandfather lived; getting ready for a party when I should have been getting work done. My grandfather lived in Japan; and my mother was going to head there to attend his funeral, so I went home for the weekend to see her off. From then on I never went to a party during school (with the exception of one which was a bit like an exhibition; or term end celebrations). The key around my neck was one I carved when I was 17 from a wood print block; which originally belonged to my grandfather. Now his ashes have become a part of the earth, growing into trees; some which later turn into manmade object like my pendant. Featured in: / The Woman Photographer / / / / Works by Category / / Origami / Drawings,Paintings and Graphics / Abstract Photography / Guessing Games Flowers, Trees and Plants / Water and Waterscapes / Scenery/Skyscapes / Light, Shadow, and Reflections / Still Life Living Creatures / Human Portrait Japanfluence / Canada / Europe / / /
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I’d provide info on this, explain it, but it’s making me cry too much to type. Maybe later. Photo images and painting, in Photoshop Elements 3.
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it was The Poetry that saved my soul
by Kristin ReynoldsI wake / an earthquake / in the rain; / a sacrificial lamb of light / followed by a dream… *The power and the glory, / forever and ever, ...
This is a true story. / This was a very vivid nightmare (or rather, one of my “dreamalities” as I have dubbed them, where the dream is real; a lucid dream in which both my subconscious and conscious came to the late-night party.) / anyway… / before the black-robed devil’s; the minions of The Black-maker (my also dubbed eveil step-father…who i could feel in the background, behind it all) dragged me into the portal of hell…those words came out of nowhere (and everyhwere) in my head… / and when I began reciting that prayer, the black robes writhed and screamed their way below the ground, dissipating in agony and defeat. / The Black-maker? he left pissed, I’m sure. / I woke up then; shaking like an earthquake, still speaking the end of the prayer. Outloud. / It was my own voice that woke me. / I will never forget that experience. I wrote 2 poems about this dream…this is one of them.
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