I used to try to hide that other person, until I realized that I wouldn't be here without her. I love the softness around this photo, but in the center the way she is holding the glass ball is so clear and reminds me to be gentle with the stranger inside.
So weird! After a major life change I went to Ireland in Jan-Feb 2011. I visited the Blarney Castle with my sister in law and nephews. I went up alone to kiss the stone and a man who was a photographer happened to be there. He took a picure. I misplaced his card when I returned to Florida. Only to find it today-contact him and see he had the picture on his website. So happy! Made my day! Fiona....
"It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the
knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or
ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in
one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the
past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him
in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the
woman in his arms was the only necessity"
I took this shot while laying in the abandoned indoor Olympic Pool at Grossinger's, listening to Steve Alden, a Borscht Belt entertainer tell me of his glory days performing in the grand era of Grossinger's Resort....
“Sometimes life has a way of putting us on our backs to force us to look up.”
many good things has happened since this shoot at the famous
Grossinger's Resort located in the Borscht Belt of the Catskill
Mountains of New York...Finally, the book of "The Borscht Belt/They Just
Walked Away" is underway with creative gusto....I met Steve Alden, a
wonderful musician who performed in the 60's and 70's at Grossinger's,
The Pines and many other Catskill venues, who shared his unique story
through photography and the written word. In this image, I stood in the
overgrown yet grand Olympic indoor pool as Steve mused about the
absolute glory days of the magic of The Borscht Belt. Stay tuned.....
...and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, it
be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being
beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient
civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and servants
spinning pottery to a beat..."