Category: Photoblog

The Face in the Fog

The fire that occasionally baptizes us during life’s challenges brings our sweat and tears to boil……the steam that emanates, is filled with our doubts and fears and covers the great mirror of our short existence, clouding our view of who we are and making us question our very being…..yet if we allow patience to temper the urge of time, believing in what we know lies within, soon we start to see through the fog of the steam……we start to see who we are, recognize our very essence……we start to see….

“A Face in the Fog”

Those Nursing Hands

As this year’s Nurses Appreciation Week draws to a close, let me give a shout out to every single nurse out there!

To those gas-passing-and-propofol-dispensing CRNAs,
The harried-yet-blamed-for-everything pre-op nurses,
The trying-to-make-those-prima-donnas-happy circulating nurses (Boy! do they circulate!),
The the-patient-you brought out-is-not-breathing PACU nurses,
The stern-and-unflappable-is-the-patient-on-any-pressors ICU nurses,
Those have-eyes-at-the-back-of-their heads ER nurses,
The I-do-not-know-how-you-do-it floor nurses…

To all nurses out there – we love your empathy, compassion, organized and caring nature, hard work and above all…those hands…

“Those Nursing Hands”

 

The Web

Humans can also create them….just not only those creepy crawlies!…one can create one of love, of friendship, of support…or one of lies, of deceit, of pain…yeah, one can….one can always create…

“A Web”
(A Platinum-Palladium print)

Sprouting

It’s a cycle…as some die, others are born…as one takes the last breath, somewhere else a mother hears the first cry…as some are withering, others are…

“Sprouting”
A Wet plate collodion image

The Reflection

In the fading glow of the setting sun, he watched as it appeared on the shimmering surface of the lake….the contours, lines, and curves ….the tones thrown off by the ever-undulating ripples…

“The Reflection”

 

Motherhood

My dear, one day soon, you are going to fly away to where my breath can’t warm your face….or…..my hands can’t wipe the tears away…but I’ll always be near you…believe me, I will…how?…well, it’s this thing called….

“Motherhood”

Symbiosis

Death and life all at once. History in the present. Even as the new makes it’s way up, it has to reckon with what was. Most times, the old gives way. It buckles. Not this time. It’s hanging on, giving us glimpses of what the present always makes us leave behind. A strange…

“Symbiosis”

Petals

Just me and you against the world…nothing bothers us….we let all the noises just buzz by and concentrate on us….together as one….together as…

“Petals”