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Sometimes, we don’t realize what we have until we say goodbye.
Was missing Italia today. This was possibly one of my most favourite days of 2012.
Photo by Martin Romo
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Everything in Istanbul is just so beautiful. On our third day there we, of course, started our morning at an adorable café. I think cafes are always my favorite when traveling abroad. In a city like Houston, we just don’t have the luxury of great outdoor cafes. Between the humidity and the fast paced lifestyle, it’s so hard to just sit and enjoy life and all its beauty. After our coffee we began our fabulous rainbow stair descent towards Istanbul’s Modern Art Museum where we wandered for a while before heading to the Spice Bazaar.
Nice shot, sounds like a great trip! :)
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Photo taken by contributor Carrie Hilgert, a photographer and portrait artist in her thirties from Northeast Kansas. After venturing into digital photography, she became interested in documenting her life with self portraits. This became particularly helpful when her life started to fall apart due to depression. All her other creative outlets left her, but she could always process her very dark feelings with self portraits. While she is doing much better now, she maintains compassion for those going through these hard things and hopes that her photography can give an honest insight into something that makes most people feel very isolated and alone.
About this photo: “This is from a series on fear and uncertainty. Fear seems to be a recurring theme in my life, no matter how hard I fight it. Fear of abandonment, of not being noticed, of my mental illness consuming me, of what people will think if they see the real me, of losing my creativity and worst, of getting to the end of my life without having let all of the wonderful things inside me come out. This image is about the battle against fear. I think most of us recognize that internal war with something. Whether it’s fear or not, no matter how long you’ve been fighting it, there are times when the battle is fierce and for me, it’s usually when I am trying to grow. The ego doesn’t like change.”
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Assos has a rich and diverse history. In the 700s BCE colonists left Lesbos and settled in Assos. Aristotle visited and fell in love with the King’s daughter, Pythia. Because he was forbidden to marry Pythia, Aristotle taught in Assos for three years so he could be close to her. On the acropolis (which means “top of the hill” in Greek) the Greeks constructed a temple to Athena and surrounded the entire city with walls. In the 14th century after leaving Bursa the Ottomans inhabited Assos, strengthened the city walls, and added a mosque. Today the slopes of Assos are home to locals who make thyme oil and olive soap. So far I would have to say that Assos is the most beautiful place we have visited. Because the elevation is so high compared to the surrounding land you can see across the entire Aegean sea. We were the only group at the site so we were able to explore the ruins and sit on the cliffs while watching the water. When you stand on the acropolis you can see why this spot was so desirable, not only because it is beautiful but because of its strategic position and proximity to the harbor.
Awesome shot, one of the all time great toemails! :)
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My country never ceased to amaze me with its beauty.
Taken: La Union and Ilocos, April 2014
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Some periods of time are too dense with experiences to narrate. Add in the sharpness of the struggles, their lack of resolution, a heat wave, a chemo cocktail designed to knock you on your ass and a bit of silence might ensue. My focus is on putting one step in front of the other. Surviving.
The good news is we are surviving right now and still imagine August as a calmer month. Perhaps I will have vignettes to share then. I pack for my third trip to NYC since June 21st. This trip I do solo, despite my husband’s protests. With an uncertain travel future looming and mounting costs, I need to know that I can make whatever path I follow sustainable.
The last trip really felt vacation like even if we never got much beyond the infusion suite.
This trip will be down and dirty. I will be late to arrive, early to leave, just getting in my 29 hours of infusion time. Turned away at the deluxe, free cancer housing in midtown Manhattan with a terrace to delight and a waiting list to match, I got adopted by an old colleague in West Harlem – a touching kindness and a treasured connection to my non-cancer life.
In lieu of truly filling you in on the now, I offer a brilliant short piece written by my first cancer pal, Bev. She has offered me solace as I learned to live with terminal cancer. This week she entered hospice. She will leave this world with a bit of my heart. Enjoy Mystery Bag, a little peak at living with cancer.
Mystery Bag by Bev Lipsitz
I was in a writing group for women with cancer. One day, the facilitator brought in a bunch of paper bags. She told us to pass them around and without looking, feel inside each bag.
Then she gave us each our own bag, and told us to reach inside, and still without looking, write about what we found.
When I felt inside all the bags, there was only one item I could identify. It felt like a swizzle stick. I thought I might write a story about a wonderful vacation in Hawaii.
But I got a different bag, with something I couldn’t identify by feel. Hmmm, what to do next…
Let’s try a CT-Scan. Fill the bag with contrast. Lay it down and slide it in and out of a machine that looks like a giant donut.
Click, click. Breathe. Hold it. Breathe. Hold it. Click, click.
Sorry bag, the pictures show that it’s cancer.
Oh no! Now what do we do?
Surgery! Slice the bag down the middle. Take the damn thing out. When you’re done, staple the bag back together.
Oh this thing is ugly. Can we learn anything more about it? Sure…Slice it up. Send samples to the lab. The report comes back: its OVARIAN cancer. OH NO, everyone says that’s a bad one!!!!
Did we get the whole thing out? Leave any pieces inside? What if there are some crumbs that didn’t get out? How do we get rid of those?
Chemotherapy! That should take care of it. Pour some poison in the bag. What’s that? The poison burned a hole in the bottom. Anybody got any tape?
Oh by the way, even if this works for now, this cancer could come back. We might have to do this all over again…and again…and again…
This bag is a mess. I wish I had gotten a different one, maybe one with some candy in it, or a brownie.
You know what, though? This bag is stronger than I thought. Even with the cancer, and the poison, and the staples and tape, this bag can carry a lot of stuff. Don’t worry, bag. If that thing gets too heavy for you, we’ll bring in reinforcements. Wrap you in a blanket. Make you comfy cozy. Sit with you. Don’t be afraid.
Thank you, Bev, for your clear way of looking at our lives. Dont be afraid. love always, marcy
So inspiring, we wish you all the best! :)
At the end of our beach promenade in Umhlanga Rocks, are two benches. This particular one is my favourite, and I love to sit on it, watching the waves and the action on the beach, before starting on the 3km walk back home. Today, it was already taken, by a pair of green flip flops belonging to this sunbather. I didn’t like to ask her to move them, and anyway, I would have been sitting right on top of where she was laying, so I had to settle for second best.
Nice shot but hate when that happens! :)
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