Told myself that I was going to rest my right arm and do nothing last night. Well, I got my camera ready just in case. Even behind the cloud it was still drawing me in...I could not resist this moment...captured off my back porch..arm hurting because I have a repetitive strain injury...then the clouds came back. Was it worth the pain shooting up my arm like strings of fire? Absolutely yes...I may try for another shot tonight...
I like to share whatever comes to my heart, soul & senses. As a child I have struggled with hearing, speech and writing. It may be through poems or pictures. What I feel when I look into the viewfinder of my camera. Sometimes I combine the two or simply write a story. Each day is different.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
"Time To Leave My Post"
Taken at James Island, South Carolina. Perfect sunset over the marsh...she rested on the post for awhile as I watched in my view finder sitting against the warm salty air. Felt her lifting off...made my perfect capture silhouette against the orange dream sky over quiet fishing boats...time to leave my post...
Saturday, June 15, 2013
My Dad's Silent World
Father's Day is on June 16th here. I miss my Dad very much as I was his little girl. He worked the night shift to provide for his family while my Mama kept the house and cooked for us. We had a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes to wear and text books for school. I am still amazed at how my late parents, both deaf, raised my brothers and I. When I had a spelling test to study for, Dad always made me spell the words with my fingers using the alphabets signs until I got it right. Then when my brothers and I had kids growing up, he made them spell words too. For someone that is deaf, the one thing Dad never lacked was his love of words even though he could not speak them. Here is a poem dedicated to my Dad. I will always be connected to his soul.
When we gather
For family events
Dad would sit quietly
Watch television or read
In his silent world
He sees us talking
Laughing at jokes
Dad would sit quietly
Look up with a smile
In his silent world
The kids are playing
Running in the house
Dad would sit quietly
Reach out to tickle them
In his silent world
He never complained
That he couldn't hear
Dad would sit quietly
Tell me funny stories
In his silent world
I know he had a good life
Even after stricken with cancer
Dad would lie quietly
Making sure we were alright
In his silent world
Christmas eve
On his way to heaven
Dad laid there quietly
I signed under his hands
It's okay now to leave
Your silent world
©JoyVisionArt
When we gather
For family events
Dad would sit quietly
Watch television or read
In his silent world
He sees us talking
Laughing at jokes
Dad would sit quietly
Look up with a smile
In his silent world
The kids are playing
Running in the house
Dad would sit quietly
Reach out to tickle them
In his silent world
He never complained
That he couldn't hear
Dad would sit quietly
Tell me funny stories
In his silent world
I know he had a good life
Even after stricken with cancer
Dad would lie quietly
Making sure we were alright
In his silent world
Christmas eve
On his way to heaven
Dad laid there quietly
I signed under his hands
It's okay now to leave
Your silent world
©JoyVisionArt
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Gervais Street Bridge-Congaree River
Gervais Street Bridge-Congaree River-Columbia, South Carolina, US. Taken with my Nikon D70. One of my favorite spots to meditate. Between 1890-1900 my Great Grandfather took a ferry across this river before there was ever a bridge to work in the cotton mill. The cotton mill was converted into a State Museum. This river is part of the Three Rivers Greenway recognize by American Trails.
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