Mourning
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embodiment of suffering / Père Lachaise Cemetery This is from my favorite place in Paris. This is where I want to be immortalized, to a tune by trumpeter Tom Browne. I have given my wife a CD to be played at my “expiration date”. It contains 1 song. God Bless the Child. This is a lush Grusin arrangement of Billie Holiday’s. From the Album: Magic 1981, Arista / I cry everytime I hear this song. it is that beautiful. I am currently trying to find a link for this. I may put a short clip on YouTube for this because the album is hard to find and few people know Tom Browne’s other side. His non-commercial side (“funkin’ for Jamaica, Thighs High, etc.), If you ever get the chance listen to this song. It is so cool / here is a link where you can here Tom Browne’s, God Bless the Child
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Photo taken at Central Cemetery / Vienna / Austria.
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Oil on Canvas / Commission for the Chicago Police Department / Displayed in Chicago Police Headquarters / Officer mourning the loss of two partners in a shootout downtown. I had been working on a memorial, sculpting, for slain police officers in NYC, and the Chicago PD asked me to paint this. We got permission from the officer here, who had answered a call with his partner and a previous partner. They were ambushed, he was the only survivor. A friend took this photograph at their funerals. There’s a lot in here that’s not so clearly shown, the state flag and flower, the details of the church yard. It was a very rough time for this officer, and for Chicago. Email: hawk@hawksperch.com / Website: THE HAWKS PERCH, www.hawksperch.com
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This image is dedicated to my best friend who recently suffered a very dear loss Instead of sending flowers to her… This is my gift to her. This is My image Morning Flight that I have added the lovely poem : God looked around his Garden and found an empty place. / He then looked down upon his earth and saw your loving face. / He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. / His Garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best. / He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain. / And knew that you would never get well on earth again. / He saw your path was difficult, he closed you tired eyes, / He whispered to you “Peace be Thine” and gave you wings to fly. / When we saw you sleeping so calm and free of pain, / We would not wish you back to earth to suffer once again. / You’ve left us precious memories, your love will be our guide, / You live on through your children, you’re always by our side. / It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone. / For part of us went with you on the day God called you home Author Unknown
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his journey leads him heavenbound / with mourning hearts below, / yet glints of starlight glitter still / for those who loved him so, / with moonbeam moments / full of hugs, / and softness from his eyes / the Lord his spirit left a print / on each of many lives… / peace and prayers for Sarah, Rosalie and all of the family and friends!
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As I sat and watched the evening news with my wife and older sister we all sat and slowly cried as we watched our dying city. The city took us to some small town out in the middle of Texas. / And left us there like some old clothes that had been rejected. And as we sat and watched this TV in the middle of the day remembering all the life we had before Katrina came an swept it all away! It wasn’t very long ago we walked down its lively streets and mingled with the visitors down on old Bourbon Street. One week before the waters came and washed our souls away and now were living in a place that feels like some old grave! Please tell me Mr News caster whens all the promises gonna come?And finally take us back to home like all our leaders said. It looks to me that all along they knew they lied to us, so we sit here crying in this dying place as we watch the evening news. And I wonder Mr President while you spend billions on your war could you maybe give a little to rebuilding the 9th Ward? And another thing Mr President can you answer this small thing will we ever see that place called home our old New Orleans?
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“You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own. / Antonio Porchia“
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Does he mourn the past or the future? A fallen comrade, or himself? (And since the ’...Emotion…’ group insists, how do I find this piece emotional? I think it’s somewhat nostalgic, in the way that this [my questions above] how many of us feel when we mourn another’s passing. I read somewhere that when we cry for the dead, we don’t actually cry for them, but for ourselves. That’s just one of many things I was trying to convey.) Made with DAZ|Studio.
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Title: Saying Goodbye / Camera: Nikon D80 / Capture Date: 10/10/2008 / Dimensions: 3872×2875 / Exposure: 1/200 sec at f/7.1 / Focal Length: 18mm / ISO: 100 / Filter: None / Flash: None / Tripod: Yes / Uploaded Date: 10/12/2008 / Comments: A continuation of the series Where She Sat and Missing Her Taken in Westlake, Texas © 2008 Charles Dobbs Photography. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Charles Dobbs. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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Sacred Earth no.2 / Ballarat Cemetary / Victoria, Oz —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— Click here for work details and credits if any apply… / Click on any category below for that genre… or / Click here to go back to my profile page ... thanx :) All work (including images, and writings) / copyright dimarie painter / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——
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Sacred Earth no. 1 / Ballarat Cemetary / Victoria, Oz Click on any category above for that genre… or / Click here to go back to my profile page ... thanx :)
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The second in the series.
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This piece was created from a photo of the tulip, the sheet music grunge texture (Deviant Art), graphic texture and text applied and various overlays, strokes and finally enlarged the canvas.
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Geelong foreshore
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I snapped this up today (Feb 14th) on our way home from a family day trip to Expoloris, Portaferry …. its the Mourne mountains looking over Strangford Lough from Portaferry.
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Well, what can I say! We are so hurt right now. We lost our boy, Grizz. I have been nursing him nonstop for over a week. We had decided that as soon as he stopped drinking and eating and eliminating properly we would have him sedated and then mercifully put to rest. I prayed for him to fall asleep at home so I would not have to make this painful decision, but in this life we do not always get what we want. I put bedding beside him and slept near him. Last night, I prayed to The Lord that He would let me know that Grizz was truly safe and that I would see him again someday. I prayed for a dream that would assure me of this. I drifted off at about 3AM and kept reaching out to touch our boy. At 6:27 AM I awoke and was very upset that I did not have the dream that I so desperately wanted. I cried out to God and asked him to take Grizz peacefully, and to please assure me with a dream. I drifted back off beside Grizz and my dream came to me. It was given to me. I dreamt I was at my aunt and uncles house in Arizona. I have not ever been to their house, nor have I seen them in many years. My uncle Bob was comforting me as I was crying. We arrived back at their home and I was walking and very upset and as I was walking I came upon a street and as I looked to my left there was a field of grass and some bushes where a multitude of Tiger Swallowtail Butterflies were swarming and dancing all over the bushes. I could not believe the beauty and the vivid colors. There were more that were flitting and fluttering in the fields. In my dream I was so in awe and went to get my camera, all the while hoping that they would still be there when I got back. That is when I awoke. I felt such peace, yet sorrow at what we were facing. Grizz was still dying, but I had assurance that he would be fine and healthy. This evening, I called my mother, who had just been to visit my aunt and uncle in February. I told her of my dream and she said “WHAAAATTT???” She then went on to say that Arizona is a place where there is an over abundance of Tiger Swallowtail Butterflies and that my aunt had told her that she had a special sort of butterfly bush in her yard where she would see 20 to 30 Tiger Swallowtails at a time, on her butterfly bush. She also told me that she had picked up pamphlets about the Tiger Swallowtails and that it was a big deal in Arizona. She had told me about the cactus and landscape, but not the butterflies. We went back and forth about this and we both agree that we in fact, did not talk about the butterflies. I did not even realize that my mother brought back plant cuttings. We are so sad and cry frequently, but I have comfort. Our Grizzy was trying to comfort us right up to the end. He loved to touch me with his paw and push his beautiful face under my hand. I miss him so much, but I will see him again. There will never be another Grizz. He was a higher percentage wolf dog. He had the most unusual ways about him. One thing he liked to do was to keep his foot against my foot while sleeping. He always had to be touching us.
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Please view larger so you can see the little singing wren better. Thank you!
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Looking towards the Mournes from Murlough Nature Reserve, Co. Down, Northern Ireland. Can you spot the dog? Nikon D200 & 18-200 VR
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There’ll be no strings to bind your hands / not if my love can’t bind your heart. / And there’s no need to take a stand / for it was I who chose to start. / I see no need to take me home, / I’m old enough to face the dawn. Just call me Angel of The Mourning ANGEL / just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. / Just call me Angel of The Mourning ANGEL / then slowly turn away from me. Maybe the sun’s light will be dim / and it won’t matter anyhow. / If morning’s echo says we ve sinned, / well, it was what I wanted now. / And if we’re the victims of the night, / I won’t be blinded by light. ~ modified song title/lyrics. Original song “Angel of The Morning” a popular Hit, sung by Juice Newton (1981)
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