Big, humungous apologies to everyone following here for the lack of updates recently! However, I have been very busy behind the scenes, and if you’ve missed me here I’ve been trying to gather the interests of those in the Facebook and Twitter social lands too!
Anyway, lots (and I mean lots!) of photography images to catch up on sharing with you all. There was debate on whether to let it rain images on you all in one go, or spread them out. However, as those that tweet seem to really be taking to the latest, let’s start there and work backwards tomorrow!
This is ‘The Last Sunset’ (Photography by Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, July 2017.)
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Yes you reading this. You, as in the younger me. You, as in the reporters, the writers the social media shakers and makers.
You are enough. As you. Just you. Not you after weight loss. Not you plus fillers, creams and filled dermal needles. Not you in that fashion that costs more than most pay for rent. Just you, always just be you.
You with your quirky smile. Hey you over there who has aced making cakes, or the one that always manages to remember everyone’s birthdays. Even when no one remembers yours. You that takes the fall for your colleagues, the one that works more unpaid over time than hours on the clock. Yep, you’re there, you are still enough.
You, the mother, the new parent with a new bundle of responsibility to support. You are enough, just as you are. No matter the rebound to pre-baby weight, how you fed, how you gave birth. Because I’ll let you into a secret, every parent has worries, and can make mistakes. You are enough, for you, for your child, for your family. Be there, be present as you.
To the teen wondering where to go, you are enough. To those grades which life revolved, you are also enough. Those thinking they can’t carry on, you are enough.
You that may cry yourself to sleep, that hides fears or illness from everyone. To those with medical conditions that we can’t see, and you don’t feel like explaining for the hundredth time this week, I see you too. The ones feeling lonely, or can’t say they have friends. Waking up not able to remember the last time you spoke to someone, anyone, no phone calls, no texts, no visits, I see you too.
I see the ones that just go about their day, no big loud voices or luck thrown their way. The ones choosing between heating and food. Everything crossed for not another benefit cut, I see you too. Those that know the chill of the park bench at night, you are enough too. The ones praying for any good news. I can hear the tears of those finding out their worlds have imploded by another part of the world news. You, so scared for one or many reasons of your life, that you don’t notice whether your socks are matching, or your roots have been done. You that choose to block out the horror that life has dished you out with the party charade, the tipples, or illegal highs. I see you with the happy social media pretence too, if only they could see the real, not selfie you. The middle of the night, the waking up, the hard working, the thoughtful, the quiet and sad sides of you. You are enough too.
Then I see you, the reporters in tow. Telling me how X has lost this much weight, or how bad Y looks with their weight loss or gain. Informing me between news of lives lost, most importantly about the designer dress that one chose to wear, or that a certain celeb only spent £20 on their latest swimwear. Adverts and articles for looking younger, looking slim, spending money on looks rather than healthy eating and the gym. Please remember when you are reporting that some that you highlight have the money, the time, and the experts to get every waking moment just right. I also see the ones that you hound and judge, not able to eat even a cookie crumb without fear of you photographing a bloated tum.
So, what do you see? When you see me, when you see people in the streets? What do you look at for qualities in your friends and foe, what do you see when the media updates the celeb news? Can you see beyond the looks, the make-up, the clothes. Could you spot that person struggling to stay afloat? Could you praise manners, kindness, voluntary actions instead of who has kissed who on televised actions. I challenge you, the reader, the person described above, the future me, the media creators, to find something positive to say or think about everyone you meet. About everyone you write about, or photograph care free.
For nobody knows what lies beneath, what one might be thinking, or where their story has been.
They walk passed weekly, daily, hourly with eyes that stared straight through. The expressions go from lively, jovial to blank. A change that says it all. Stone walled faces, eyes hardened to what they really see. Ears that pretend to not hear, maybe those ear phones or pretend calls mask the shadow’s calling. Stiffened lips, pursed tightly closed, not a hello, a grunt nor a groan.
Sometimes, their footsteps and pace will quicken. Too busy to stop, for being busy is a reason for their reaction to be excused. Meal times frustrating, as you see the others stuffing faces. You can plan your next diet craze whilst consuming super size calories. Don’t worry, a shadow will sit, and pray for a crumb, a mere morsel. They won’t speak out as you throw that half sandwich, clear your fridge of out of date leftovers.
Pull your coat around tighter, the scarf higher up. Seek out those gloves that hide in that shiny clutch. Change your boots with the seasons, as they move again. From shadow to corner, and back again. Don’t worry my friend, they won’t ruin your trend. You moan about heat, and then about cold. The shadows’ fashion rail is within that black plastic bag. Shadows that shiver within the night breeze, red finger tips, cold noses, the shadow can’t breathe.
They worry about friends, about gossip or the latest soap story news. Is their make-up on point, did their crush see their new shoes. I will lurk as you talk, without making a sound. My worries the same, only now further down the to-do’s. Adrenaline rushes as they finish their night out, my life already fight or flight without their beer fuelled remarks. Will I survive the night, what do I smell like, can I see sunlight? When I wake I am grateful for not watching that show, but that I survived, alive, with no attack, no bin bags removed.
Walk passed me, walk passed them, it does not matter, we are not friends. I would not show my tears, in fact when one police officer will question that shadow, their help will be refused. Too much pride to crumble, to share with you all. A stiff upper lip to keep the bleak truths from being revealed. The shadows they see, they hear it all. They watch, knowing that most won’t want to, or can’t make a difference at all. You could confirm that you can see the shadows, that they are there, not ghosts or made-up fairy tales. A smile, a hello, a warm drink in hand. Something, anything rather than the embarrassed charades.
Because what if one day, you woke up to, realising the shadow was now you?
This is in response to the photo challenge : evanescent. Link to the photo challenge is above.
This moment won’t be here again. Of course I will hold your hand many times over, I hope to, I want to, in some cases, I will have to. This is not the end of holding hands. But it won’t be the same, not exactly. This moment is only now, the present, and in the future, the photographed memory.
You see my child, your fingers will never quite be the same again. Your fingers, your hands, the size of your tiny palms, will never be this small again. Every time we hold hands, to love or to protect, there’s that invisible growth. It will happen every time, for days, weeks, months, then years. Until one day, you won’t want or need to hold my hand any more. That time when your hand might very well be the same size, or even bigger than my own.
They will transform from the hands that dig to create mud holes, to hands that articulate well. From throwing food to cooking food. From baby nail clippings to nail varnish decorations, from those that need caring, to those that do care. Perhaps your hands with you will travel the world, they will articulate what spoken words can not. They may work hard for you, or help to ascertain your own creative talents.
But to me, your little hands and little fingers as evanescent as they may be, there will always be a space for them waiting here with me.
‘You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.’
A new close-up image for you all this weekend, enjoy! This week I’ve been busy continuing the latest mini photography project of ‘What do you see?’. I’ve also been creating hand-painted art, and a gift box idea with a twist! I’ll be doing an update post later on this weekend. If you would like to see more, I’m also on Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/rsjourneypieces and Twitter – @rsjourneypieces ! You can get in touch with me through this site, Facebook, Twitter, or e-mail to firstname.lastname@example.org .
The Facebook page is all go, with lots more photo albums and images added, plus notes to help the ordering process. On here I’ve added a price page, as well as notes on the different types of image finishes to the ordering page.
No slowing down yet however, as the photography section is being revamped! This is to make it easier for everyone to view the images. So far there’s a completed page for just the rose themed images. Simply hoover over the photography tab to see this option.
Hope you are all having a great weekend, and for now whilst things are ticking and turning, here’s a new image –
What if everyone knew the reason behind that frown?
What if every insult was tattooed,
So that we could see what a sorry really doesn’t remove.
What if you had no one to talk to today?
Or you ignored the one person who needed you to help in your way?
What if we talked about brains and not brawn,
Words instead of fashion sizes?
Introducing my latest photography project, ‘What do you see?’.
Inspired by how we, the media, magazines, articles, even online talk about ourselves, others and celebrities. The words that are used to define someone. Rather than intelligence, brains, words, actions, we are still being described by physical attributes and the fashions we wear.
Our sizes, looks, clothes, weight, used every day, all over the world to generate articles, photographs, discussions. What is good for the goose, is not good for the gander. Where one person will be complimented for their great weight loss one day, the same place could also write a negative article about too much weight loss to another person. It only takes a flick through what should be the news sections of the internet to see this happening. Yesterday I did a flick through the first page of one news start page, and found ‘gym-toned’, ‘wrong clothes’, ‘cosmetic surgery addiction’, ‘incredible bikini body’, ‘vision of beauty’, ‘extremely thin’. All of these being used as parts of titles, defining that person within one sentence.
I’ll be working through this project with all of the above in mind, hoping to create a reaction to what is now seen as an every day, normal part of our life. Professionally printed photographic prints of the images from this project will be available to order. At the end of the project, any models will also be available to buy. Your support for the project will also help others, keep your eyes peeled, as I will explain all later into the project.
For now, here’s the first sneak image from the project that was shared with the Facebook page last night –
Any questions or orders relating to the project, please contact us directly. We can be contacted on this website, by e-mail to – email@example.com , on the Facebook page Rose-Sky Journey Pieces Facebook page (external link) or Twitter @rsjourneypiece .
Looking forward to showing you all more of this project as it develops,
Photographic prints, and poetry ready to order or commissions welcome, please contact us directly.
Life is a journey. A journey made up of several experiences, steps and pieces along the way, not one. Each piece is as important as the last and the next, each one tells a story, to express, to give, to keep. Creating art, photography, crafty gifts with poetry and ramblings along the way!