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Sarah Moore
Australia
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Mandy Moore
United Kingdom
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Pat Moore
United States
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Axel used to give the most beautiful kisses, he would place his lips on your cheek and then blow gently…a butterfly kiss. / / Thanks to my gorgeous niece Monique for her beautiful eyes. Other images in the series… Meg – Glitter Dreams / Zoe – Birthday Wishes / Ty – Crocodile Tears / / / © Sarah Moore 2008 Sold – Framed Print, Matted Print, 7 x Cards / 20,000 printed as Avantcard postcards and distributed all over Australia
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This image that I created for Sarah Moore’s son Axel has been nominated in the Pay It Forward group by tonilouise / Here are the beautiful words Toni left: This image is so emotive and such a perfect and beautiful tribute to a little boy who everyone on RB came to know and love. It tears at my heartstrings everytime I look at it. It is filled with such sadness but hope at the same time..It is truely beautiful Thank you again Toni, I am truly humbled by this! Dear bubble friends…it is my honour to present another dream request. Our bubble friend Sarah Moore requested that I create an image of her sweet boy Axel who unfortunately passed recently at less than a year and a half old. I can’t begin to tell you how emotional this was for me to create…being a mother myself, it is a devastating moment for any parent to have gone through such heartache, and such loss…as a little sweet soul like Axel Moore. For those of you who have not heard…here is some history: / / Sarah Moore is the mother of little Axel Moore: / / Sarah’s first journal since the loss of Axel: / I have written this JE a thousand times and each one has been deleted. / There are so many words that I want to say but none seem sufficient. / I can’t sleep for the images in my dreams are horrific. / My son was the most amazing child (every parent says that!) but he was special. He smiled all the time…he was never sad…he brought joy to all those around him in so many ways. He was the worst dancer in the world but he was always moving to the beat in his head. / He loved the outdoors…motorbikes and balls. / But most of all he loved his Dada. His Dada arriving home from work was the pinnacle of his day. / Our beautiful boy will live with us always in our hearts. / I want to say a huge thank you to everyone for your support, thoughts and bubblemails. It means a lot that there are so many people out there thinking of us right now. / Sarah’s Heartfelt Thanks / / I finally have a few minutes to catch my breath and thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts, prayers and incredible generosity. The Redbubble community have been amazing and all my family and friend have commented on the love and support demonstrated by you all. / I thought as so many of you couldn’t be with us at the funeral to celebrate Axel’s life, that I would put the transcript here along with some pictures. / There were over 300 people at the funeral from all over Australia. / (Please click on the picture to read more) / Sarah shared with me one of her very special memories of Axel that I would like to share with you / One of Axel’s favorite things to do was collect oranges from the mandarin tree…he had his own bucket and would even eat them skin and all from the ground. He loved the outdoors so much…if he wanted to go outside, he would bring his little sneakers to mommy and plonk them on her lap saying “shoos”. This meant mommy would put them on him, then he would run to the front door and wait for mommy to open it for him so he could escape and play. He would immediately race to say hello to the dogs and than straight down to the Mandarin Tree to collect them off of the ground. / Sarah, again I am so sorry for the loss of your sweet little boy…but you are truly blessed to have had those wonderful memories with him…he is in God’s hands now, and being very well taken care of…and I know he still loves his mandarin tree, I truly feel that in my heart! / Here are some beautiful pictures of Axel / / / / /
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/ We were meant for higher things… / Dedicated to Axel Moore / / / / / / 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. / / Writings (or ramblings) / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / The 10th / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / Beauty / The Black, White & Grey / / / / Hope / / / One / / / Reap what you Sow / / / Trust / / / Directions / / / Unconditional Love / / / The Long Road / / / Silence Lane
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New life is beautiful, simple and pure. Every now and then I need a gentle reminder that life IS beautiful. (c) Sarah Moore Bird Cage Sold – Framed Print
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I borrowed this Apophysis image from Mandy Moore cos I fell in love with it and needed to play with it! It doesn’t actually look much like the original now. If you haven’t seen her work you’re really missing out on something. :o) / http://www.redbubble.com/people/mistywisp
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Sad news ...
by Sarah MooreThis is Rosalie, Sarah’s mum writing on Sarah’s behalf. Locals may have heard already on the news of the drowning of a 15mth old in th…
This is Rosalie, Sarah’s mum writing on Sarah’s behalf. Locals may have heard already on the news of the drowning of a 15mth old in the northwest of Sydney. This is Axel, Sarah and Glen’s little son. As you can imagine everyone is devestated. One never expects it to happen in your own family … Please feel free to leave messages here if you feel so moved – they are rather overwhelmed with calls and all the due processes right now but do appreciate the care that their friends are offering. Feel free to bubblemail me directly (RosalieDale) if you have any questions or any direct messages – I’ll check in a couple of times a day just to check for mail. Thank you all … / Rosalie
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A collaboration with Rosalie Dale (my mum!), Misty Morning was perfect for my Avalon series, I think it works perfectly for the beginning of the story… The sword in the stone – where it all began for the boy who would become King Arthur. Born at Tintagel to King Uther Pendragon and the lady Igraine but sent away to serve as a helper in another castle, the boy who would grow up to become King Arthur was raised unaware of his parents’ status. He was a natural leader, a good fighter, and was always scrupulously fair, yet modest and unassuming. One day, a mysterious magician named Merlin announced that in the woods lay a stone with a sword thrust deep into its center. He promised that whichever man could draw the sword from the stone would be crowned the next king of Britain. Men came from all over the land to try their luck with the sword in the stone. Everyone from the knights to the blacksmiths, from lords to peasant children, tried to extricate the sword. None could. Finally, young Arthur was persuaded to try. Feeling foolish, he approached the stone, shaking his head—for why should he be able to pull out the sword, when the strongest of men had failed? But to his surprise and amazement (and to everyone else’s, certainly), as he grasped the pommel of the sword, he pulled it smoothly from the stone. This young unknown boy was to be the next king! Merlin came forward and congratulated the stunned Arthur, and that is where the story of King Arthur all began—with a sword in a stone. Other images in my Mists of Avalon series… The Isle of Apples / Mists of Avalon / The Lady of the Lake / Guinevere / Camelot Mists / © Sarah Moore 2008
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The Icelandic Harvester. / / When I came across this old vessel moored to the pier my imagination started running wild with scenarios of what life aboard this wooden vessel would have been like. I could almost feel the sineous texture of the ropes as they hung there coated in the ice cold saltwater of the frigid North Atlantic Ocean. I could nearly hear the calls of the sailors as they shouted commands back and forth across her weather beaten decks as the waves crashed down upon her on any one of her numerous voyages. What sights must have been seen as sailors of old lined the rails to peer down at the mysteries of the sea. How many men were lost at sea and how many made it home with wild stories of his adventure aboard the Icelandic Harvester. / / Shot with a Canon 400D and processed in Lightroom 2. / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography /
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This is another collaboration with Mandy Moore – if you haven’t seen her work you’re really missing out on something. :o) / http://www.redbubble.com/people/mistywisp
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So, I’m out for a bike ride this morning thinking, this wind’s quite strong…..... Got to the Lighthouse at New Brighton to discover I was right! The first waves of winter have come ashore. / / all proceedes from any sales of this go to the Axel Moore Memorial Fund / / Do check out Samantha Rodillas’ great portfolio / / / Do check out pijinlane’s great portfolio / / / She lives in Scotland as well (Och Aye!) /
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“It’s been a long cold lonely winter” sang George Harrison and it was! Happy days are ahead as the countryside is waking up and the days are getting longer and warmer. I took this after tea tonight. The yellow crop field is Rape Seed, used to produce oil. The moor behind is Carlton Bank once the site of an enormous Alum mine.
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I am a photographer just because I desire to be so…...... I am a digital designer just because I chose to be so…....... I edit my work to the point of capturing my inner most feelings and dreams…. Just because I want to…..........I love the entire world around me, no matter the race, color, nor creed, JUST BECAUSE I WANT TO AND JUST BECAUSE IT IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO !!!!!!!!! I accept group invitations, Just because I want to …....... I accept all members into my group, Just because I want to….... I will continue to love life, to cherish all dreams and to strive and move forward, JUST BECAUSE I AM MEANT TO! And nothing nor anything will stand in the way now…......... Just because…....... Thanks to each of you that view and comment on my work ! You are more appreciated than you will ever truly know ! Hugs and love to you always!!!!!!! / Bonita ©2008 BMoore Photography & Design…......................... / www.bamagirl38.com Please do not take my work in whole nor in any part without first obtaining my written consent. My work is my work exclusively and it does NOT belong to the public domain. Thanks :)
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I am revealed / Naked / Stripped bare / / © Sarah Moore 2007 / /
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One Single Tear is never enough. (c) Sarah Moore Stock Image
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We enjoyed the mellow dusk settle on this perfect anchorage with pints of beer in hand, outside the renowned Forge inn, (officially Britains remotest mainland pub). The tiny scottish hamlet of Inverie is inaccessible by road, only by sea or a demanding walk of many miles. We had crossed to the unspoilt area of the knoydart peninsula by ferry from Mallaig for some amazing walking (see the series of 3 pics on heartbeat ridge . The sights on arrival were just captivating with wildflowers galore, deer roaming gardens, peacocks roosting (see bird in a tree and I also got the precious shot of morning gems. Hopefully more pics to follow…
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Once upon a time in a land far far away there lived a little boy, for him time stood still but for his parents time flew. Each day streaked past in a blur leaving behind brief moments. Those brief moments were cherished but a cruel reminder of what the parents didn’t have, could have had, SHOULD have had. The parents wished they could stop time, just for a few moments…snatch their little boy back from that far away land, then time could move on and everything would be back as it should be. Time flies with unending certainty. Background stock by Peace of Art Copyright Sarah Moore 2008
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If only wishes were so easily granted…created for and modelled by Zoe Other images in the Series… Meg – Glitter Dreams / Axel – Butterfly Kisses / Ty – Crocodile Tears / © Sarah Moore 2008
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...a late-medieval allegory on the universality of death: no matter one’s station in life, the dance of death unites all. The butterfly symbolises the fragility and beauty of life while the crow represents the ever present shadow of death. (c) Sarah Moore 2008 Background used with permission
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Thank you Tony…...... I am honored to work with you ! You are a true artist in every sense of the word! I am so thankful to have met you, to have stood by you, to have had you stand by me, and to have viewed GODS AWESOME beauty through your eyes !!!! You are most definetely ONE OF A KIND my friend ! May you always be blessed with a long and happy life full of love, peace, and contentment! Born Free…... I am not your property ! I never was and never will be…..... I am a creature of God…...... I am wild, I am tame, I am majestic, I am worldly…...... I am a king….... / Do not mistaken me for a weak creature…..... I am not. You may hold me for this time being in your makeshift cages…....... You may think I am your property and that you reign supreme…......... but do not be mistaken…........... You will never own me…...... In my mind I still run wild and free…....... just as my ancestors did and the ones before that and the ones before that…........ My body, a shell of my existence, it may be in front of your watchful eye…....... but my soul, MY SOUL SOARS IN FREEDOM! That is one thing you can never ever take away…....... Do not be fooled….............. / for through my mind….................... / I AM BORN FREE….............. ©2008 BMoore Photography & Design…......................................................... / www.bamagirl38.com All Rights Reserved Do not take my work in whole or in part…. My work DOES NOT belong to the public domain!
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I found this pic of Meg and Zoe holding Axel’s hand and I couldn’t stop the tears. I knew I had to make something beautiful out of it to remember forever. In our dreams we can be wherever we want to be – I ache to hold my baby boy, to feel his head on my shoulder, his breath on my neck. In my dreams I can hear his wicked chuckle and see him dance again. The Door Imagine if you will, a door / There is nothing special about this door / Its white, with a handle at its centre / Just like any other door Imagine now that the door swings open / Revealing a field of flowers / Spread as far as the eye can see Imagine then that there is a path / Which winds its way through the field / Meandering here and there / With no real purpose And on the path is a gorgeous little boy / His golden hair is mussed in the wind / And his laughter rings out to you across the field You start to call out to him / To call him back / But he is on a journey / To places where you can’t follow Your heart breaks realising you must let him go / That he is strong and brave / Embarking on a never-ending adventure Gently you close the door / Knowing that you can open it at any time / To watch him, to remember / With tears streaming down your face / You whisper “Be safe little one” Inspired by the image Kel created for me after Axel died… (c) Sarah Moore 2008 Sold – Card
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More from the Lightscapes Set This is another photo taken a few minutes after sun rise
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Heartfelt Thanks
by Sarah MooreI finally have a few minutes to catch my breath and thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts, prayers and incredibl…
I finally have a few minutes to catch my breath and thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts, prayers and incredible generosity. The Redbubble community have been amazing and all my family and friend have commented on the love and support demonstrated by you all. I thought as so many of you couldn’t be with us at the funeral to celebrate Axel’s life, that I would put the transcript here along with some pictures. There were over 300 people at the funeral from all over Australia. It was conducted by a teacher from the school both Glen and I attended (my older girls also attend this school now), he has been a part of our lives for over 20 years and it was fantastic to have him as a part of it. Axel was carried in by his father, and 3 uncles to the The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel – it has always been one of my favourite songs. On top of his coffin Meg and Zoe placed an arrangement of apgapanthus (Axel’s favourite flower he used to eat them!) and a framed photo of him. I then read a poen written by Judy Walker titled Don’t tell me : Please don’t tell me you know how I feel, / Unless you have lost your child too, / Please don’t tell me my broken heart will heal, / Because that is just not true, / Please don’t tell me my son is in a better place, / Though it is true, I want him here with me, / Don’t tell me someday I’ll hear his voice, see his face, / Beyond today I cannot see, / Don’t tell me it is time to move on, / Because I cannot, / Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone, / Because denial is something I can’t stop, / Don’t tell me to be thankful for the time I had, / Because I wanted more, / Don’t tell me when I am my old self you will be glad, / I’ll never be as I was before, / What you can tell me is you will be here for me, / That you will listen when I talk of my child, / You can share with me my precious memories, / You can even cry with me for a while, / And please don’t hesitate to say his name, / Because it is something I long to hear everyday, / Friend please realize that I can never be the same, / But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday. Both Grandfather’s then said a few words together. Meg and Zoe have to be the bravest little girls in the world, they both wrote a speech and read it to Axel… —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- Meg As soon as you popped out into this world I knew you were going to be a cheeky rascal. You brought joy to this family, being Zoë and my first brother, mums first boy and glens first child. U defiantly grew up to be a real man, you had a great character that no one could ever replace. I’ll never forget how you use to wake me up in the morning, coming into my room and yanking on my hair or your kisses, your kisses were the best in the world. But the thing I’ll remember the most is the last time I saw you on Christmas morning, we were playing on my new toy and he said my name loud and clear he said “meg” and I will cherish that last moment with you for the rest of my life. I hope that you remember how much I love you’ll never forget about our family. Axel you brought joy to everyone and as glen said “ you lit up our lives.” I am soo truly glad you were in my life. And just remember I will never forget you ever. / / Nor your smile or your kisses and I always will the character you had, I will cherish you always and always remember that we all truly love you. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- Zoë You are the best brother in the world and you still are even though you are in heaven. I hope you have a great time there, getting to know friends and family like warren, Paul, Matthew and my friend’s brother Harry. They will all be there for you, to play and to have fun. You will have the best time of your life in heaven. You were cute and so very cuddly to all family and friends. I am glad you still in my life and that you are my brother. Its sad that you had a short life and that you only had one birthday but we will still celebrate them, so you know we will never forget about you. You were a cheeky baby and that I will always be in my memories. I hope you will enjoy the presents Meg and I gave you, the Jessie doll and the care bear. You mean soo much to this family; it’s become stronger since you and Ty have been in our lives. I love you to as far as you can go and back, you are my best brother in the whole wide world. We all will be with you every step you take! Lots of love Zoe your big sister. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- Glen and I were then able to get up and support each other through our memories of Axel… Glen A friend said recently “Your book is already written before you are even born” We believe that Axel was here for a purpose, his time was short but he touched everyone he met. His was a very short story but it was action packed. Being a father is something I never expected to happen. It has changed me in ways I never imagined. Axel became my best friend, my buddy, my little man. I came from a single life to a life with step daughters and a lovely wife. This began to mould me into a loving father and friend. I began to see that there was more to life than myself and that nothing could come close to life with a family. If Axel’s journey was shortened for a reason then it was this…to draw our family together tighter than ever before and to teach us that each day together is a blessing. Sarah My arms are empty but my heart and mind are full of him. The fun that we shared will remain forever etched in time. In our home there is always music playing and Axel loved to dance, his favourite music was rock – Jet, AC/DC and dance, anything with a beat. He had amazing rhythm, it would start at his head with a wobble, with merry eyes, his cheekiest grin would appear and then his hips would sway with his bum stuck right out. Finally he would stomp – the most hilarious thing you have ever seen, it would never fail to make us laugh. There was something about this baby that made him unique. He was a magnet, he could draw people to him without uttering a word. We often had people stop us in the street to comment on his smile, and they would thank us for brightening up their day. He was a naughty little snot at times, with a stubborn will (he got THAT from his mum), and a crazy temper (he got that from his mum too). But he always listened, he was willing to hear us and learn. The best part of Axel’s day was the moment his Dada arrived home. He would drag me to the front door and when opened would bolt to Glen…so incredibly excited that he was home. This little man was an unexpected surprise but he quickly became the joy of our lives, his love of life and infectious laugh brightened up the worst days. Glen Axel grew up in a house of laughter and joy, his sisters taught him to laugh, an amazing from the gut chuckle that rocked his entire body (so much so that last week he vomited mid laugh!!). He loved his sisters so much, he would light up every afternoon when they got in the car after school. Axel adored Ty, his little brother, he tried to share everything with him, toys, food, dummy, blankie, kisses with lots of slobber. We only had to warn him to be gentle and he would ever so carefully place a kiss on Ty’s head, only to rip the dummy out of his mouth as soon as we weren’t looking and run as fast as he could! He loved to be outdoors, if he was ever sad or upset you only had to open the front door and his face would light up and he was off exploring the world. He had no fear, he was always on an adventure, discovering new and amazing things every day. Axel loved life with a passion, and he loved people with a passion too…his grandmothers were no exception. He loved going to Nanna’s each morning to steal her keys, he adored spending time with Grandma Karen as she spoiled him rotten and he always remembered his Nannie Annie no matter how far between visits demanding cuddles immediately. Axel touched everyone he met. He is unforgettable, We will miss him forever. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- During this time we played video footage from his time on earth – gorgeous happy memories…smiles and dancing and full of love. The family then got up and formed a circle around Axel holding hands, while Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n Roses played in the background. To finish off my father read a poem written by Daniel (DoctorJPhotography) Axel The gold in your hair / Is only a hint of the wealth I have in my heart Because of you And when the wind blows through it / It’s as if the very air around you takes no greater joy / Than in trying to match your spirit / In trying to take, if it could, just an ounce of your spirit with it / And you smile, as if you knew it Tell me, little angel How your eyes alone have lived for so many more years / Than the body that holds them Somewhere, in a place beyond what my mind can understand / You seem to walk so effortlessly through Tell me, my son When you fit yourself so perfectly into my arms / When your laughter becomes the one / Ballad written by God Himself / That silences all the broken drums It was as if everything about you, the purity of you / The you-ness of you / Every laugh, tear, and unintelligible word / Tried to tell a story / Of the place where you came from / More than what cameras, words, or minds could capture That I would be good enough / To watch you breathe as you dream / That I was worthy enough / To hold your head on my chest when you cried / That I would deserve / To have a little rain pour down on me / To make the fields in my heart grow just a little greener For one entire year / It will never be enough To simply call it the greatest gift I have ever been given / And to know it was mine For only one entire year / It will never be enough For whenever rain falls / It inevitably must float back to the skies from where it came / And I am thirsty again My dearest son / When I fly back home to you Promise me you’ll take my hand in yours / And never let me go. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- To finish we played Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton, after which we all went outside with a red balloon each which were released at 4.30pm (along with many other red balloons all around the world). —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- There are so many people that I want to thank, but there are almost too many to mention. I have been encouraged and supported by all your comments and bubblemails, as well as your images, poems and art. This is an amazing community! I especially want to thank Sam for being so amazing with my girls and organising the print / Bill Fonseca for taking the photos at the funeral (that must have been a hard thing to do!) / Steve McLaren for all his support and videoing the funeral / Sara Lamond for organising a condolence book at the gallery and taking many photos of our family at the mural yesterday / Jeffrey Hamilton for painting such an amazing mural for Axel
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