Grieve
108 creative works found
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Statue from Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah. The Cemetery is the site of “The Garden of Good and Evil” from the book “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.”
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I found this hat in a charity shop for £2! Wanted one for ages, it is bright turquoise colour thou!
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Arlington West is an ongoing display of the casualties in Iraq on East Beach in Santa Barbara, to protest against the war in Iraq, and increase the public awareness regarding the military and political fallout of staying there. Each Sunday morning thousands of crosses, as the number of the fallen, for that day, are placed in the sand and volunteers are providing the public with up to the moment information on casualties plus individual stories on the fallen. This image was taken at memorial day 2007 as a tribute and memorial and as a cry for peace… The combination of the loss and hope for peace left a profound impact on me. / Eyal Nahmias First place: Personal meaning challenge @ Photography Challenge Group Featured: Photography Challenge Group, October 2009 / Featured: Male Photography Group, September 2009 / Featured: Street Photography and Photojournalism Group, January 2009 Nikon D70
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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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A section from Arlington West. An ongoing display of the casualties in Iraq to protest against the war in Iraq, and increase the public awareness regarding the military and political fallout of staying there. Each Sunday morning thousands of crosses, as the number of the fallen, for that day, are placed in the sand and volunteers are providing the public with up to the moment information on casualties plus individual stories on the fallen. This image was taken at memorial day 2007 as a tribute and memorial and as a cry for peace… Digitally manipulated image. Eyal Nahmias Nikon D70 —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- Consider this image as a companion / CONSIDER THESE T_SHIRST / /
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A section from Arlington West. An ongoing display of the casualties in Iraq to protest against the war in Iraq, and increase the public awareness regarding the military and political fallout of staying there. Each Sunday morning thousands of crosses, as the number of the fallen, for that day, are placed in the sand and volunteers are providing the public with up to the moment information on casualties plus individual stories on the fallen. This image was taken at memorial day 2007 as a tribute and memorial and as a cry for peace… Digitally manipulated image. Eyal Nahmias CONSIDER THESE IMAGES AS COMPANIONS /
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Prisoner of the River, sorrow,sorrow.
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This beautiful flower is a gift to Flipteez, one of the members of our group, the healing journey who recently lost her mother and is appreciative of all the support she has received from the redbubble community. Although we all go through the grief cycle when a loved one passes away, there is a time to let go that has been expressed in many literary forms. The book Grieve Not is one example, a poem left by a British Soldier killed by an IRA landmine in 1989. It is apparently his adaptation of a poem written by Mary Frye in 1932. It is spoken from beyond the grave, and offers an extended consolation based on the idea that the dead have continuous life in nature’s various manifestations-the wind, rain, snow, flowers, trees, stars, and so on. / “Do not stand at my grave and weep. / I am not there, / I do not sleep. / I am the thousand winds that blow. / I am the diamond glints on snow. / I am the sunlight on ripened grain. / I am gentle autumnal rain. / When you waken in the morning hush, / I am the soft uplifting rush / of quiet birds in circled flight / I am the soft stars that shine at night. / Do not stand at my grave and cry. / I am not there / I did not die.”
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*Inspired by Peter Gabriel’s song ....”Its just the car that we ride in / A home we reside in / The face that we hide in / The way we are tied in / And life carries on and on and on and on / Life carries on and on and on”...
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Dealing With Loss – Grief /
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A bit of a story with this one… bear with me as I tell the tale…. Indian Myna birds mate for life. We’ve been watching this bird & it’s mate living in our garden for the past month. Myna’s are considered pests in Australia, but they’ve been no concern to us, & they’ve become noisy but welcome guests at our home. / Early this morning my 2 yr old son approached me very distressed, taking me by the hand & leading me to our back fence, where he showed me one of the Myna birds stuck in the fence. It had caught it’s leg between the palings & being unable to free itself, had unfortunately died overnight. / Under the watchful eye of my son, I removed the bird, & began to wrap it with the intention of putting it in the bin. / This made my son quite distressed & left me with a small dilemma… Do I casually dispose of the dead bird & continue my day, or do I attempt to explain death to a 2 yr old in the face of his first experience of it? / I took a deep breath & chose the latter option… albeit an abridged version of death. / Instead of throwing the bird in the bin, i asked my son if he wanted to bury it instead. He had no idea what burial was, but somehow understood that this was a nicer option for the bird. / So, spade in hand, we dug a decent hole, placed the bird in, my son waved goodbye, then we covered the bird…. burial complete, & my son content . Which brings me to the bird in this image. As I previously mentioned, this is the mate of the dead bird. For the whole time that we were burying it’s mate, this bird stood on the ground 10 feet from me & watched the entire process. / Upon completion of the burial, this bird flew to the place on the fence where it’s mate died, & spent the rest of the morning sitting there alone, calling mournfully. A sad & sorrowful sound, I can assure you. / I was able to snap this photo during it’s grieving vigil. SOLD
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Original is, cast-iron statue of Aboriginal woman on rock; at Colebrook Reconciliation Park on Shepherds Hill Road, Eden Hills, Sth Australia. It is part of a tribute monument (31 May 1998), on the site of the original Colebrook Home for Aboriginal Children 1943-1972, commissioned by Colebrook Tji Tji Tjuta Dreaming Committee, with assistance from the Blackwood Reconciliation Group. [I have applied texture and tonal effects to my original photograph, for emphasis and effect.]
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“Listen a hundred times; ponder a thousand times; speak once.” / - TURKISH PROVERB My son Kane had no idea I was photographing him at this time…He was just wondering sweetly along a path in a local parkland area when suddenly he stopped and leaned on the fence. I honestly could not believe what I was seeing through my viewfinder when he did it. Then when I saw the photograph it just blew me away. Kane is 3 years old in this photograph. This is my all time favourite photograph I’ve taken with my DSLR to date. Played with the colour version in photoshop and am very pleased with the outcome. (black and white ) This was taken with my 300mm Canon lense. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ WINNER of the LIVE LOVE DREAM Feel the Emotion Challenge WINNER OF WEEKLY CHALLENGE ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ /
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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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Matthew 23:37-39 O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones God’s messengers! How often I have wanted to gather your children as a hen protects her chicks beneath her wings, but you wouldn’t let me. And now look, your house is left to you, empty and desolate. For I tell you this, you will never see me again until you say, “Bless the one who comes in the name of the Lord!’”
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A woman in a room (cemetery) of her own making longs for her departed love… falln-stock.deviantart.com / phoeebstock.deviantart.com
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Changed the Title My first real collab with a red bubbler – Steve Smith. / This is his beautiful photograph with my photoshop techniques…. / I wanted something vintagey – hope you enjoy it. / Another goth piece! / Steve’s address is here: / Steve Smith woman is from nirelstock.deviantart.com / photographer of nirelstock is: hoptunaa.deviantart.com textures and sky my own
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stock credits / sxc.hu, dreamstime, my own and painted most of the waist down of the dres… / and vampurity-stock.deviantart.com “Why Did You Leave Me?” by Westlife / If only you could see the tears / In the world you left behind / If only you could hear my heart / Just one more time Even when I close my eyes / There is an image of your face / Once again I come to realize / You have lost that I can’t replace Soul then die / It’s keeping for the lonely / Since the day that your were gone / Why did you leave me / Soul then die / In my heart you were the only / And your memory lives on / Why did you leave me / Soul then die Walking down the streets on nothing will / Where our love was young and free / Can’t believe just what an empty place / It has come to be / I would give my life away / If it can only be the safe / Cas’ I could still the voice inside of me / That is calling out your name Soul then die / It’s keeping for the lonely / Since the day that your were gone / Why did you leave me / Soul then die / In my heart you were the only / And your memory lives on / Why did you leave me / Soul then die Time will never change the things / That you told me / And after all we mean to be / Love would bring us back to you and me / If only you could see… Soul then die(soul then die) / It’s keeping for the lonely(for the lonely) / Since the day that your were gone / Why did you leave me / Soul then die / In my heart you were the only / And your memory lives on / Why did you leave me / Soul then die…
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BEST VIEWED LARGE Photo composite. Original images taken with 2MP Motorazr V9 mobile phone camera. Edited in Photoshop CS4. A full list of brushes I use can be found on my profile page.
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photograph by Christian Byerley
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Photo Manipulation Model courtesy of FaeStock / Crypt – sxu / Textures – Ash Sivils . IMPORTANT © COPYRIGHT NOTICE / The work contained in my gallery is copyrighted ©Asylum Witch. All rights reserved. My work may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in ANY WAY without my prior written permission. My work does not belong to the public domain. Copyright laws will be enforced. . .
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