Summer into Fall~photos

 

“There are sounds to seasons. There are sounds to places, and there are sounds to every time in one’s life. ALISON WYRLEY BIRCH”
— Julia Cameron (Transitions)

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Grief…now what the hell do I do

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Are you kidding me grief, are you really back again. .my goodness, I just barely left you seven months ago when our dear friend Joe passed.

And here you come again . Great!  Sucker punch me again and again only to exhaust me, put me to sleep, and then force me to rise again to another round of blows.

The thing is grief there is nothing I can do about you…I can’t just kick you out, I can’t just fast forward to the next best day I am going to have so I have to tolerate you.

I have to accept that you, my most unwelcome visitor, is here again and much too soon . I have to do stuff even though you try with all your might to drag me to the ground.

So what to do…today I thought I better do it all…for example, plan my next vacation, dump all my old books and old bank statements, clean the kitchen, but by noon I was shot. I was moving through a hot humid day and I felt stuck in jello that was fast solidifying.

I have to slow down and let my body and mind adjust to one of the greatest loses of a lifetime.  The passing of my last parent.

So I decided I am going to weed slowly…slowly through the purselane taking over our garden and slowly through my bank statements.

And grief I am even going to slow you down, take my foot off the accelator a bit, find out what you are trying to help me do…listen to your wisdom and feel the closeness I feel to all that I have lost.

I am hoping for a good grief.

 

My Mother at Camp Tegawitha

A few weeks ago, I visited my Mother with a scrapbook my aunt had of old family pictures…I asked my Mother to identify as much as she could.  She seemed to really enjoy the exercise.

The pictures here are from her days at Camp Tegawitha which closed in the 1990s…my Mother would have attended in the 1940s.  She was born in 1931 and would probably have been in attendance somewhere between 1945 and 1950.  She did not give me the dates.

 

The miracle of Photoshop

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I scanned the photograph above into my computer and then I doctored it up on the right with a camera raw filter and a black and white filter…all of these on Adobe Photoshop.

The photos are of my Grandmother and her friends, Mrs. Spiegel and Mrs. Irvine (sp?).    This was back in the day when a nice evening might be hanging out with friends and a ball of yarn.

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imageCollage scanned and filtered in Adobe Photoshop with Poster Filter

Cold beauty

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Fun with Adobe Illustrator

the Hampton’s dude & other NY moments

pictures from New York in September

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And the guy who made it possible: Rammyyyyyyy

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the woods across the pond

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

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― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass