there she sits where i've seen her before in previous years....her face all wrinkly and aged with the history of so many years lived... she tells me she is 88 ..
i wonder about all those years... what's in a face?? what do i see? what does she see in me? her face seems like a road map with all those deep lines..
joining her on the curb, after exchaning smiles.. she pats my arm..i touch her hand....and share the sweet pastry i just bought, as we watch the world go by..
i live for moments like this.. simple but so satisfying...
Copy of She Is Coming Home With Me
n an old decrepit vintage store , i see her on the wall. she is gazing at me.. calling me to come closer...and i do.... i look up into her face.. .. everything about her.... i love ...but i have that self-talk.. no i don't need her..
but then i keep going back to look at her...i am drawn to be near her... this cap that makes her look like the flying nun..where is she from? ..the purity of the look in her eyes....... the smocked dress.. even how her hands are folded...
Yes... i am in love with her.. cracks and damage and all to the image.. not important in the least..... i respond to worn imperfections.. ....they make it more beautiful to me....... the wear of time.. of history...
She is coming home with me........i can’t separate from her.... now i just need to find her a special place where i can look at her often..
My Love and heart .... the West Indies
i am indebted to the West Indies…not only because i fell in love with the islands as a very young girl and kept going back… almost in search of myself….. but because i felt a debt calling there..
it is where my photography began.. the first seeds of inspiration that gave rise to my photographic voice
In Strength
The hand of my mother on the left.. a few months before passing, pretty much stuck to her bed.. holding the hand of Grace… a person my father brought into our lives as a family.. from Shanghai, China.. she was their tour guide and became a friend.. pen pals.. so much so my dad fought and got the help of congresswoman Nita Lowey to bring her here to the United States.
He found her a place to live.. put her through college.. she obtained her CPA and MBA and since then has her her life change dramatically and those of her family bc of this opportunity… what a legacy!
Long sotry.. but she is like my sister.. became a US citizen… has been here for 30 years.. and through so much with my family.. the highs,. the lows.. the celebrations and sorrows..
but now she is preparing to go back to Asia.. mb for good.. i do not know. because she too has been unwell.. im ver saddened to have her go…
but the strength of those two hands together ..remind me of the srength also inside of me.. and how grateful i am to have had such loving and strong women in my life..
and i guess both japan and china are waiting for me too….
Fragility of Life
Fragility of life…… so much beauty.. promise.. but life thows curve balls… crasck. creases, bumps in otherwise solid ground and steady terrain… no matter ,, the beauty, the promise always shines through…. might look faded, blurry in the distance… one can’t always see with full clarity.. but in time… things generally come into focus…. become sharp and clear and strong as always amazing thing about time, distance and gentle, loving kindness
I’ve Lived a Long Life
I’ve lived a long life…..have seen so much in my day.. wondering what the New Year will bring…and the rest of my days…..hope some semblance of sanity, consciousness and peace
wishing you the best … all that’s good in the New Year
May You Attract Someone Who Speaks Your Language
"those who care about you can hear you even when you’re quiet.
"May you attract someone who speaks your language so you don’t have to spend a lifetime translating your soul"
~Nadin Saisir
And In The Storm
"In the storm , I found stillness.
And in the stillness, I found truth.
And in the truth, I found Peace.
And in the peace , I found love.
And with the love , I am home"
