The Final Moment?

In June of 2017 I posted the image and text below on Monochromia.  This morning, September 20th, 2018, after 96 years, she left this life and moved on to her next adventure.  She did so quietly and peacefully and I hope she enjoys the journey.

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A brief moment by the lake before the cool breeze pushed back, then the moment was gone.  But, for that moment, an opportunity to commune with the Great Lake, to listen to the song of the waves, to be touched by fingers of wind as they move through her hair.  How many more of these moments exist for her, for any of us?

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A Few Minutes In The Garden

Due to other work and a rebuilding project at home, I haven’t been able to get to far from home lately.  But I was able to spend a few minutes enjoying the flowers in the garden.

Life and Death

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Hospitals…a place to find healing and where healing is no longer possible.  Entering a hospital can be a positive experience, especially when going in for a treatment that will improve one’s quality of life.  But it also can be where a patient can discover that healing is not possible, that our time on this planet is drawing to a close, that it’s time to put affairs in order and prepare goodbyes.

Two years ago I made this journey with my father.  Years of fighting a battle that could not be won, finally a few months in hospice before moving on to the next big adventure.  Now, two years later, I prepare to walk this journey with my mother.  A trip to the hospital, tests run, diagnosis determined, hospice prescribed.  She will spend her last days?, weeks? or months? on the shore of Lake Superior.  She may see the lake once or twice, or not at all.  It all depends on her energy level.  But at least she is nearby rather than two hours away.  She is minutes away from my home, near the lake that means so much to my wife and me.  The winds that blow down the lake carries its spirit over the sand dunes and through the health center, bathing her in the peace of Gitchi Gummi.  After ninety-four years, she can rest as the power of the lake carries her, guides her and comforts her on her next grand adventure.  As her last breath sighs forth from her frail body, the wind off the lake will carry that breath onward, taking it to places we can only imagine until each of us breathes our last and joins all the other breaths dancing and swirling in the wind.

Retrospective: “A Disturbing Pattern”

A visit to the veteran’s cemetery at Ft. Snelling in August, 2008, which is in Bloomington, MN, inspired this manipulation.  I was attracted to the pattern and and at the same time, depressed by the seemingly endless rows of headstones.  As I studied the image later, it occurred to me that flipping the image and stacking it with the original gave a better impression of the number of graves that would otherwise be difficult to show with a single image.  I appreciate how the image gives the impression the rows of headstones seem to go to on into infinity.

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Canon EOS D60, ISO 200, 28mm, f/9.5, 1/180 sec, Manipulated in Adobe Photoshop