ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHS
The camera, like doing art, was a way back to joy for me.
I had a choice after my house burned down in 2004 and again 9 months later my husband Bruce was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I had a choice when Bruce died in April 2005 and again when my mother died a few years later. I had the same choice to make when my son Robin was killed in 2011.
I could choose to hide IN grief and resist what had happened or I could live fully WITH grief and find acceptance. The first choice would close me off from life and the beauty that was surrounding me in the present moment. The second choice, though it would take daily work, would allow me to feel and see the world in all its intensity and color.
I chose the second path. Art and the camera were and are my companions on this path of acceptance and joy.
Through the camera lens I am invited to focus fully on what is in front of me. I make a point of exploring new places and re-exploring places I pass every day. I carry my camera or cell phone everywhere, stopping to see what might be overlooked in just walking by.
The photos on this site are just a few of my "present moments."
ABOUT THE POEM
a note from Shaun Brink
My five year old son Robin took me by the hand the day my dad died. He walked me through the forest surrounding our home and then to the garden where he played most days.
He showed me one of his toys that he had taken apart and rebuilt into a new shape. He often took toys apart, making then into robots and faster cars and towers.
"Mom, that toy is just like grandpa. He is still here, he's just in a different form."
I did not know then, and of that I am glad, but 26 years later my son Robin would die. No parent wants or expects to outlive a child. The grief is profound.
One morning, wandering with sorrow, I came upon one of Robin's old reconstructed toys. I picked it out of the blackberry vines that had grown around it. I could hear his voice . . . I am still here, just in a different form.
I wrote this poem to honor and remember Robin and your loved ones who have died. They are here forever more.
Here Forever More