Sweet relief

I took this photo in Sopol Poland several years ago. It was October, far too late in the year for anyone to go wading in the Baltic. And yet, this old woman hobbled through the wind to the water, and stood in the water for several minutes. I have always loved this photo – it’s told me so many stories. (Here is one of them called The Mermaid Returns) I will always wonder what was playing in her mind and her heart as she stood there.












Good therapy. Ahhh the sea
. It’s on our genes. My Great Grandfather from Sweden was
Captain of a merchant ship. He sailed to the
Congo and to America.
Happy Daze
15/06/2012 at 1:44 am
Hmmm… and you ended up in the Dakotas – about as far away from the ocean as you can get! No wonder you love to cruise!
Titirangi Storyteller
15/06/2012 at 1:17 pm
Yes
. And we have always lived near water. The lake is calm here this morn with a few raindrops. I would love to see the subject of your photo throw down her crutch and move easily in the surf. Well maybe on a sunny day
Happy Daze
17/06/2012 at 12:44 am
Indeed, a simple but powerful photo, which has so much to say… Beautiful!
sifrim
15/06/2012 at 4:31 am
Thank you.
Titirangi Storyteller
15/06/2012 at 1:17 pm
I remember this photo from before…it’s one easily remembered! The longing it suggests is so powerful. I’d love to write a short story about her. Would you be willing to let me use the photo for a post – with all photo credit to you, of course, and a link to your blog?
I completely understand if your answer is “no”!
souldipper
15/06/2012 at 11:17 am
Wow! The answer is definitely yes! I am honoured on her behalf. Can’t wait to see it
Titirangi Storyteller
15/06/2012 at 1:18 pm
Eh, madam!
Haven’t been here in yonks, gonna take some time and root around.
Glorious photo this…it’s so melancholic…I’m looking at it over breakfast and my mouth has been stuck to my toast for a couple of minutes…I forgot I was taking a bite!
Gorgeous.
I came across a poem (by an older man I presume) that you might want to read – it’s not excellent but it resonates with the photo here – and it’s not bad, who am I to judge poetry!
Oh shriek, I can’t remember where I put the link! I’ll post it if it crops up!
kolembo
17/06/2012 at 10:41 pm
So nice to see you Kenneth. I really have ‘missed’ you while you’ve been on this new journey, or I suppose, continuation of your own journey – being that I met you in one particular place/space – and I suppose when we meet people, we/I imagine that the space they are in is their space – how dare they move into another space?
But no matter where you are, it makes me happy to see you here
Titirangi Storyteller
18/06/2012 at 4:35 pm
Oh, found it!
http://picsandpoems.blogspot.com/2012/06/loves-last-opportunity.html
kolembo
17/06/2012 at 10:56 pm
oh and this poem… read it last night and I thought somehow the love was in the past along with the time Read it again just now and realised it is just the time, not the love. This will be my husband and me in just a few years… I see glimpses of it even now. And remind myself to breathe…
Titirangi Storyteller
18/06/2012 at 4:40 pm
I think that this is one of my all-time favorite photographs, not just by you but by anyone. It says so very much. If I ever write my book, the reflective one, I think this would be the perfect cover . . .
poietes
23/06/2012 at 7:54 am
Let me know when you’re ready and we’ll create the perfect version! She also went into the competition… under People… without a face, she’s not going anywhere… but… that’s okay, too…
Titirangi Storyteller
25/06/2012 at 5:47 pm
Think of all of the artists who never rendered faces. Their work was stunning in its approach. I really mean it about this image. It captures so much of what I feel all of the time.
poietes
28/06/2012 at 6:03 am
What a FANTASTIC photo. I so love it! Thanks for sending me the link.
Sherry Blue Sky
25/07/2012 at 2:41 am