I spent the day cleaning out Halil's room so his brother can use it. I managed not to cry... at least not out loud. I was talking to him as I worked, mostly friendly banter about his hoarding and the mess he left. but really he had few possessions, there are his doodles and a few items i kept for sentimental reasons. His Dad was a bit upset with me, but its been a year...
This photo is extraordinary... so many lovely things going on. I imagine that project was a lot of emotion and weight, it is also difficult when there is some misalignment in where in the process everyone is at, I hope you all find your way.
When I started my 365 project a few days ago, I promised myself two things: 1) I would take a picture every day to improve myself, and 2) I would look at other people's pictures without looking at their description first... I wanted to hear what the picture told me before the photographer's words did. When I saw this picture, the mood hit me like a ton of bricks, and a poem I hadn't thought about in ages came back to me: "The Day is Done" by Longfellow; specifically this stanza:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
The vintage style of the image, the downcast flowers weighed down by the rain, the light drawing your eyes upward... my heart was in my throat before I read one word of your description for this image. Thank you. Keep strong, keep healing.
@scaryprawn you are scary haha
seriously thankyou for that, it is a very important validatory message for me that choosing this image for my day is part intention and mostly subconscious, but as always very meaningful.and i usually dont know until after, My images grow on me and in me.. if that makes sense, i have sat and stared at it this evening after reading peoples comments and you have put it all into words the feeling that went along with it.
i knew as soon as i saw your photos that we would be friends and our journey together this year will be just as meaningful.
and here I was simply going to write that I can't grow dahlias where I live because there is not enough moisture in the air. Kali, you are such a brave and creative woman. Your art is your soul.
Love the bokeh in the background and the drops of water. I'm glad there were some doodles and other bits to keep. I was thinking about him when I was looking at a photo of yours from a few days ago.
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
The vintage style of the image, the downcast flowers weighed down by the rain, the light drawing your eyes upward... my heart was in my throat before I read one word of your description for this image. Thank you. Keep strong, keep healing.
seriously thankyou for that, it is a very important validatory message for me that choosing this image for my day is part intention and mostly subconscious, but as always very meaningful.and i usually dont know until after, My images grow on me and in me.. if that makes sense, i have sat and stared at it this evening after reading peoples comments and you have put it all into words the feeling that went along with it.
i knew as soon as i saw your photos that we would be friends and our journey together this year will be just as meaningful.