This is the first time in over 4 years of being on here that I've posted 'fillers' but the death of a close family member - and especially one resident in another country - tends to turn your life upside down.
Looking on the bright side - it's a good chance to post some images I like that otherwise would have stayed on the 'cutting-room floor'... and there really are two dogs!
well i'm sorry to hear this, richard, and i wish you bon courage as you come to terms with this sad event. and, as you say, it would indeed have been a shame for us to have been deprived of this wonderful image. i love your processing, bringing out the whites and light greys so delicately. and of course the composition is spot on as always
Even though we involved in this project life goes on forcing us to deal with it. Every night I come to see if you are back home and if Mrs. S has posted. I wish I could reach out to give her a hug. I live on fillers so no judgement here.
So sorry for your loss, Richard. Mrs S must be devastated. Glad you're there to help her through this difficult time. Bon courage for the weeks to come. xx
Wonderful sense of space and distance. So sorry to hear your news this must be a difficult time for you and Mrs S. So glad your efforts from the cutting room floor are being shared.
A wonderful image and I should imagine a beautiful place to walk and contemplate. So sorry for your loss, it's always hard to loose those close to us but even more so when you live in different countries.
What can I say if closely related is lost... I can not measure it in detail. But I know this experience of mortality. If something beloved is gone forever. If it lives on only in the memories. Lasting memories of a smile, a glance, a gesture, a shared moment... So I dare to express my compassion.
In such moods one likes to look into the immensity of the sky, into the vastness of the sea. We know that the horizon is not the end...
The question of what is really important...
Values shift...
What can I say if closely related is lost... I can not measure it in detail. But I know this experience of mortality. If something beloved is gone forever. If it lives on only in the memories. Lasting memories of a smile, a glance, a gesture, a shared moment... So I dare to express my compassion.
In such moods one likes to look into the immensity of the sky, into the vastness of the sea. We know that the horizon is not the end...
The question of what is really important...
Values shift...