left

3/31/18

“Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. 
He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.” 


~Mitch Albom

 


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conscious

3/30/18

“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” 

 


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Emerge

3/29/18

Are we drowning or emerging? Are we in the habit of putting up barriers or tearing them down? Do we seek out conflict and drama because it is an anchor that feels familiar?

OR is this the story of a sea God who fell in love with a mortal woman, blessing her with water sickness so that she'd return to the water. Because she was very beautiful, green eyes like sea grass, and the most elegant of body flow, Grace so pure he took her from Man. 

 


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vessel

3/28/18

“Human nature is like water. 
It takes the shape of its container.” 

~Wallace Stevens

 


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Spancil Hill

3/26/18

Spancil Hill is located in County Clare, Ireland, just outside Ennis on the road to Tulla. Spancil Hill Fair is one of the oldest horse fairs in Ireland. It is held annually on 23 June. Spancil refers to the practice of "spancilling," which was to use a short rope to tie an animal's left fore-leg to its right hind leg, thereby hobbling the animal and stopping it from wandering too far.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O_yTxONUmM

 


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transiton

3/24/18

We all grow old...or hope to. The bodies unwinds from the spirit, perhaps leaving pure spirit. But there is loss along the way. Those irreplaceable friends who added richness and depth. 
Retracing my footsteps in an abandoned Irish convent, this time with more timbers missing, floorboards moldered and nature reclaimed, there are constant reminders of how life is truly fleeting, pitiful and infinitely sweet. 

 


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nimiety

3/23/18

“Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.” 

~Criss Jami

 


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collective

3/22/18

“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.” 
~C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed


 


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reach

3/21/18

I couldn't find my cup of tea
With each year that passes I prefer it a little stronger
this liquid of experience...
I eventually found it just above me
out of reach 
but only when I chose to keep my feet flat on the floor

Thanks to editor friend . . .

 


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Aran

3/20/18


Inside the same abandoned Irish house as Saint Brigid’s cross silently hung this ceramic plaque of the ‘Man of Aran’. Man of Aran is a 1934 Irish fictional silent ethnofictional documentary about life on the Aran Islands off the western coast of Ireland. It portrays characters living in premodern conditions. Known for its drama, spectacular cinematography of landscape and seascape, and concise editing, it reminded me of how brief our passage is through life. 20 minutes away from this decaying wall is Doolin, where a ferry can take you to the Aran Islands. Soon I hope to be on that ferry. 

 


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Brigid

3/18/18

There are special moments where past and present merge, randomly, by where we stand at any particular moment. Is it luck, coincidence? On a recent trip to Ennistymon, County Clare, Ireland I was led into a decaying abandoned house along the River Inagh and immediately felt linear lines of time begin to blur. I had made several pilgrimages to Saint Brigid's Well and the hand made cross of rushes was in every home that I had visited across Ireland. 
Saint Brigid's Cross has pre-Christian origins and is related to the sun cross. I have several variations in my own home. The crosses are traditionally made in Ireland on St Brigid's feast day, which was formerly celebrated as a pagan festival marking the beginning of spring. Many rituals are associated with the making of the crosses. Traditionally they were set over doorways and windows to protect the home from any kind of harm. 
There was a certain undefined reverence in this moment that I can only muster in this photograph.

 


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Home

3/17/18

“Home” is part of the Red Boot Project, a photographic journey into Breast Cancer Awareness where a dear friend had a breast tumor, named it Walter and began her “F*** You Walter” approach as a coping skill. When asked to do a photography project we decided to ignore Walter completely and simply show the other half of her vibrant life in her domestic environment with her red Bog boots. 

 


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weight

3/15/18

The burden of being the Observer is viewing wonderful scenes where I never really belong but am compelled to photograph. It is a burden I gladly bear . . .

 


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operator

3/14/18

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. 
Both are equally terrifying.” 

~Arthur C. Clark

 


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Meet the Artists

3/13/18

New England artists Becci Davis, Dave Magdalenski, Virginia Fitzgerald,Bill ClarkCJ Lori and David Lee Black have a wonderful collection of their work on exhibit in the Spa at the Providence Biltmore. Please join us on Sunday, March 18, 11-1pm in admiring these wonderful pieces and in meeting the people who created them. 
Drinks, light fare and live music
Free and open to all~

 


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fail better

3/10/18

On a November morning inside an irish barn, one can smell the history.  The quietness comforts the undefinable motions of still life quietly waiting to be placed elsewhere like discarded toys wishing for a new life.
Or perhaps to fail...fail better. 

 


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Spancihil

3/8/18

Who among us would dare? Horsetrading is serious business every June 23 at the Cross of Spancihil, County Clare, Ireland. No pen, no paper...a firm handshake and the deal is done.

 


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comhrá

3/7/18

“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. 
Often secrets are not revealed in words,
they lie concealed in the silence between the words
or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.” 

~John O'Donohue

 


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the last embers

3/6/18

“World is suddener than we fancy it.” 

~L. MacNeice

 


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tried

3/5/18

When we locked up the house at night,
We always locked the flowers outside
And cut them off from window light.
The time I dreamed the door was tried
And brushed with buttons upon sleeves,
The flowers were out there with the thieves.
Yet nobody molested them!
We did find one nasturtium
Upon the steps with bitten stem.
I may have been to blame for that:
I always thought it must have been
Some Hower I played with as I sat
At dusk to watch the moon down early. 

~Robert Frost

 


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Dang...you are really good! Truly enjoyed looking at your photos.
-- Anja Josuweit, 3/5/18



Dublin

3/4/18

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” 

~Anaïs Nin

 


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traveler

3/3/18

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.” 

~Anaïs Nin

 


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knock

3/2/18

"Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of Hell Gate, he should have old turning the key. [Knock] Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ th’ name of Belzebub? . . . [Knock] Knock, knock! Who’s there, in th’ other devil’s name?"

William Shakespeare, Macbeth

 


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divination

3/1/18

“I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.”

~Albert Camus

 


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