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December 2017
December – Abandoned School / Cane River Country Louisiana
“It is better to be young in your failures than old in your successes.”
Flannery O’Connor

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September 2017
Abandoned School / Cane River Country Louisiana
"If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you….. true, very true words of the wise Flannery O'Connor.

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Memories Of A Space

From the past…
"Driving around the country now, I still see things that will remind me of Hailsham. I might pass the corner of a misty field, or see part of a large house in the distance as I come down the side of a valley, even a particular arrangement of popular trees up on a hillside, and I'll think: "Maybe that's it! I've found it! This actually is Hailsham!"– Kathy H., Never Let Me Go

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Memories Of A Space

From the past…
This space touched my heart in some way. I never shared it with anyone except through my photographs. It was my own.
Memories of Hailsham for sure… and Kathy… and Tommy… and Ruth.

"We didn't have The Gallery in order to look into your souls. We had The Gallery to see if you had souls at all. Do you understand?" – Miss Emily, Never Let Me Go (2010)

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From The Past
A few more oldies. These were taken at the Masonic Children's Home back in 2011. Check out my Photo Journey if you want to read the story behind these images.

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Past

From The Past
I haven't posted in a while due to lack of free time to be creative but I have a moment so I am posting a few from the past. Enjoy

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February
Today is the feast day of Saint Blaise. I find it a bit ironic that my father died of Esophageal Cancer one day before this day in 2003. According to Wikipedia… "Saint Blase was the bishop of Sebaste in Armenia during the fourth century. Very little is known about his life. According to various accounts he was a physician before becoming a bishop. His cult spread throughout the entire Church in the Middle Ages because he was reputed to have miraculously cured a little boy who nearly died because of a fishbone in his throat. From the eighth century he has been invoked on behalf of the sick, especially those afflicted with illnesses of the throat.”

For as long as I can remember, I have stood in line following the Mass to have my throat blessed. Two blessed white candles in the form of a cross are placed around my neck and the blessing given… "Through the intercession of Saint Blase, bishop and martyr, may God deliver you from every disease of the throat and from every other illness: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

My Father too had this blessing year after year. Yes, Dad is gone now but I believe he was blessed with a long life and good health until the end. He grew up in the house on my January 2017 calendar page. Flannery O'Connor words say …"Where we think we are going to never was there"…
. and the Bible says… “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” I like to think Mom and Dad are some place of such grace and beauty that we can't even imagine. I pray they are both in God's arms on this day.

Have a most blessed weekend.

P.S. I just read where Pope Francis accepted Bishop Ronald Herzog's retirement request yesterday. It is a sad farewell and I send many prayers for the great Bishop. Bishop David Talley has been welcomed with open arms to the Diocese. He has a warm and loving personality and speaks the same. My heart leaps with joy when he says Mass. God Bless them both.

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Prayer for the Unborn

Day of Tears…

In 1973 a holocaust began in this country that still continues, 44 years later. Millions of lives have been lost in the name of “women’s rights” and “reproductive health”. Nice words, meant to justify their actions, but in reality they only hide the murderous truth of the death of the most helpless among us, the unborn. This past weekend we saw thousands march on Washington for the right to murder their own child. The words I heard felt like daggers stabbing my heart. I know you Lord, struggle to carry the weight to the cross of hate that rest on your shoulders. Mother Mary, I know your sad tears fall like rain when you hear such evil flowing from the mouths’ of your dear children. I know the both of you morn the loss of every child savagely ripped from the womb. A life that was a gift freely given by you God. The greatest gift you give to all … life.

Dear Lord, I pray that the wall of prayer that surrounded the White House on Friday be strong enough to put an end to this evil holocaust. I pray that Roe V Wade ends with this administration. I pray that the doors of Planned Parenthood will be forever closed. I pray that the eyes of ever woman will be open and that the hate in their hearts be washed clean by a river of truth. I pray… I pray…

59,741,794 and counting, Lives lost since 1973


Peace

The Children

Hailsham
I had thoughts of Hailsham, of Kathy H, Ruth & Tommy. Yes, I watched the movie (Never Let Me Go) again. Hailsham and the photos I took at the Masonic Children's home are forever intertwined in my mind. This window shot was taken in one of the upper bedrooms. The vintage children photos were found instant ancestors.

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She Waits
Bear your crosses in preparation…

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Winter

Playing With Color On This
Cold..Cold..Cold Day

I created these photos back during the hot summer. I was getting creative with color and below are the results. Enjoy…

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Memories

Goodby 2016

As we say farewell to 2016, I provide a look back with my 2016 Calendar. It was a year of reflection and uncertainty of what the future was to hold. 2017 looks to be a year of change. A new president will enter the Oval Office. ADs is growing and expanding in new directions. I've set my own goals and look forward to focusing on spiritual and physical health, fitness, photography and creativity.

One goal of mine is to post here more often. I begin with my 2017 January calendar page. For my 2017 calendar, I provided a tribute to one of my favorite authors, Flannery O'Connor. I made all the photographs in 2016.

Best wishes to all in 2017. I hope it is a positive year of change for all. May God bless and keep you all. Deidre


1. January - Windsor Ruins / Natchez Trace - Mississippi
A nameless 12 year old girl is watching the country fair in the distance from her bedroom window: She had imagined that what was inside these tents concerned medicine and she had made up her mind to be a doctor when she grew up. She had since changed and decided to be an engineer but as she looked out the window and followed the revolving searchlight as it widened and shortened and wheeled in its arc, she felt that she would have to be much more than just a doctor or an engineer. She would have to be a saint because that was the occupation that included everything you could know; and yet she knew she would never be a saint…She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick. Flannery O’Connor, The Temple of the Holy Ghost.


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Life

Gift
May your life be a gift for others.
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Tech

My other Home in the 80s.
I took a trip back in time yesterday… or so it seemed. It was 30 years ago. I was at Tech. I was listening to a cassette tape of Stevie Wonder on my Walkman. I had a blue backpack and a large portfolio of drawings. I was walking across campus on a sunny Fall day. Only, it wasn’t the 80s… It was 2016. My audiobook was streaming from my iPod in my Focus. My backpack contained my Nikon and my portfolio was on my iPad.

The campus looked as inviting as ever and I didn’t want to leave. Lots of memories came flooding back. I didn’t have a car back in the day and Dad drove me many a times to Ruston. The highway is now 4 lanes and the commute time is about an hour and a half now. Dad would love that. My old dorm still stands but the one next door, where a student committed suicided my Senior year, is gone. New housing dots the campus that has now expanded into the town.

The post office is still in the same spot. I remembered the first letter I got. It was from Mom. She sent it before I left home so it was waiting there for me the day I arrived. She knew I would be homesick and I was. I saw many a students walking, heads down looking at their smart phones. I did the same but with letters from Mom back then.

The pool they built my Sophomore year has been demolished. Next visit, another structure will have no doubt taken its place. The fitness center has been enlarged and houses both an indoor and outdoor pool. It is beautiful. I loved that place. I ran track and learned to play Racketball there.

Hale Hall, another one of my hangouts, look refreshed, that’s because it has been. They demolished the old building and replaced it with one identical. The School of Architecture is in the space now, not art studios, but I love it all the same.

I wondered down to Hideaway Park. It is just past the football stadium. I didn’t expect it to still be there but it was and is now 1,000 times better. It now has a walking path and lake surrounding the Frisbee golf course. Today, I would all but live there. Covered tables and BBQ pits dot the landscape. It was a beautiful space.

I drove thru town. It is thriving more than ever. Some of the old haunts are still there others replaced with newer businesses but the charm of the city is still there. I miss the university and the town. It was a good four years for me. I never made it back there as I said I would. Life just got in the way but all is good.

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Life

Prayer
May prayer be life to you..
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Be

Chalice
I am calling you to be a chalice of the true and pure love of my Son.

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Breath

Spread Your Wings & Fly Again

The clouds have parted…

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Election Anxiety

Pray for Peace & Life

My election anxiety has lessened as I continue read Mirjana's book. This passage gives me hope…

Should they stock their basements with food? Move to the countryside and live off the land? Buy a weapon to protect themselves?
I tell them,
"Yes, you should buy a weapon, and you should use it often." I show them my rosary. "This is the only weapon you'll ever need. But it works only if you use it."
Mirjana Soldo, My Heart Will Triumph

Regardless of what happens tomorrow, I know God will protect me. I have prayed a novena for the election the past 9 days and the rosary daily and know I have done all I can do. I will vote pro-life tomorrow and ask that you prayerfully seek God's will before you vote for your actions have consequences.

Yes, the end times are here but these hands will never touch a gun. I believe in peace not hate. I know my God will protect me by keeping me from harm or by taking me into the next life whichever He sees fit.

This assemblage piece I created last week. The building is an abandoned school in the Cane River area. A child's life is most precious. I pray for Life.

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November
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Road Trip

Windsor In September

It was calling my name…

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September 2016

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Texture

Unintentional or Intentional Art ???

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Broken Windows

I Think It's Going To Rain Today By Randy Newman

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today


I love these lyrics. My favorite interpretation is by Katie Melua. She is a beautiful young woman with incredible talent and a beautiful, soulful voice. It was also sung by Bette Middler in Beaches back in the 80s. I think these lyrics are fitting for this series of broken window photographs.


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Tree

Sprawling Branches

I fell in love with this huge tree and the little house in its shade. Sadly, the house was unoccupied but at some point I imagine lots of children climbed in the branches of this tree. Perhaps at one point there was a swing hanging from the sturdy limbs or maybe even a tree house nestled in the branches. Regardless, you can be sure it is home to lots of squirrels, birds and insects. Enjoy…

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Abandonded Space

Wasted Space

More ruins…

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HDR

Effects

I used the HDR (High-dynamic-range imaging) effect on these three photographs. It's different. In some ways I like it but in other ways I see it as just a gimmick. I don't like when it is used to the extreme. I feel it works most effectively in architecture and thus used it here and if it works at all, it works here. This is an interesting space. I have photographed it before and it hasn't changed much since I last shot it. The bleachers are gone and there is a bit more graffiti on the walls. Here I show all 4 walls of this rectangular space in HDR.

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Storms On The Horizon

Dodging The Rain

We have been blessed in Central Louisiana not to see the rain of our neighbors to the South but we have still gotten more of our share of wet stuff this year. The good thing durning this photo shoot was the showers were spotty and I could easily drive out of a rain shower into clear skies.

May God continue to bless those who will suffer the effects of the flooding for years to come.

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Light And The Lack Of

Ruins of my Ruins

“It's beautiful here, but morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable.”
Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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Ruin

Shades of Blue

Back to my Ruin Roots.

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Home

Bankrupt Manor

"Bankrupt Manor". That's what my uncle called in a video he made on Christmas Eve 1987. It was an odd choice of words, since it was't… bankrupt that is, but I found it humorous when I first viewed the video. That was almost 30 years ago. A lot has changed now. Don't get me wrong, the house is the same, but it's just a house. The life is gone. I said I wasn't going back. I said I wasn't going to photograph it again, but I did. I'm not sure why, maybe in some ways it is a member of the family too. Maybe it is more than just a falling down old house. Maybe it has a heartbeat too. I must admit, it is hard to separate it from my memories of the family.

After Aunt Joe died, I had many bad dreams about her being sick. Maybe it was because I was there the day before she died. The cancer was advanced and she was suffering greatly. We talked about the house that day. She said her best memory of the house was of us kids having a play on the front porch back in the 60s. She died that night in the house where she was born. The bad dreams ended the night I dreamed she was in heaven. Heaven was the McNamara front porch. It was all bathed in white and Aunt Joe was a bright light. I knew she was at peace. I hope Dad is there. I hope the author of the words, "Bankrupt Manor". is there too. I miss him… miss them all.

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