Giving it all away.

Last night I watched an inspiring talk by Amanda Palmer on TED Talks ~

http://www.ted.com/talks/amanda_palmer_the_art_of_asking.html 

That rocked my world.

Changing perspective, it's something I try to do often.

Lately I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be doing with photography.

Yes, do it, I know that.

But then what?

So to stir up energies a bit, I have an idea.

 It's just a little something to start.

I have a handful (or two) of prints.

They aren't doing any good sitting in my stock, so I'm going to give them away.

Yes.

Give them away.

I will post an availability list below.  Contact me at 

krista@kristaglavichphotography.com 

if there is one you would like.

Send back whatever you are able ~ money, art, whatever.

And if you aren't able, that's okay too.

I feel things overall changing for the better.

We need more connection and gifts and creativity and positive vibes.

Expand the circle.

Here is the list (click on the titles to view) ~ 

These are 5x7 (or 5x5 if square), and retail for $18

Blackbird

St. Francis

Preston Castle Twilight Exterior

Volcano Doors  (2 available)

Foggy Rings

August Drive III

Mary

Autumn Vineyard

Horse

Bell Flower

Carnival Tent

Yoyo

Barrel Room

Summer Oak

Summer Vineyard I

Volcano Door Lace

Volcano Theatre Doors

Feather

Cleome Heart

Sky Blue Heart

Antique Store Puppet

Mailboxes

Hyacinth

These are 8x10, and retail for $30

Player Piano Rolls

Autumn Vineyard Detail

Mailboxes 

Volcano Doors 

Mary

Mannequin 

Cash Register Keys 

Preston Castle Twilight Exterior

Tristan's Daisy 

Kennedy Mine Tailing Wheels II 

 That's about $800 worth of work.

Not that much to some people, a lot to others ... whatever.

 It's a big trusting leap, and I want you to have it.

  Be inspired, my friends.

~  ~  ~

How are you?

How are you doing?

How are you feeling?

How are you holding up?

I've never been asked so many times in my life.

Short answer:

Broken.

Long answer:

Helplessly riding waves of desperate grief and surprising calm.

Witnessing this bizarre stillness, like nothing I've ever known.
Surrounded by sadness, trying to just be within it.
Let it be what it needs to be, so that I can let it go.

A week feels like a day.

She's been gone over two weeks already.

January, you were cruel in your dissonance. 

I will never forget you,
but I won't miss you. 

 ~ ~ ~

Last month, when she was really turning for the worse, I felt a call to mandalas.
I printed one out, and raided my son's pens.
I began to color.
It has become something to fall on, something I look forward to.
A way to meditate, which I've really been wanting to incorporate into daily life.
And though it's still just at its beginning, I have learned the importance of 
focusing on the present ~ 
being aware of all, but concentrating on the perfect now.

I spend this time contemplating my place in this world, what I'm supposed to do, how I can contribute and be a positive force.
I think it's bigger than just photography, but don't yet know what.
Ideas are simmering.  Don't know if they're any good, but that doesn't matter.

There is such a vast space now, and it's a bit frightening and overwhelming.
So I'm attempting to let go of everything that no longer serves an uplifting purpose, and fill that space with cultivating the things that I want in my life ~ 
good health, finding my center, expanding creativity, a circle of *incredible* and inspiring friends, and following the path, one step, one mark at a time.

In a word:  Movement.

~ ~ ~

 "Let the wind repeat your prayers and petitions."  ~Jersey Murmurs

 

The post I never wanted to write.

Today would have been my Mom's 76th birthday.

At 10:33am yesterday, her nurse called and said I should come be with her.

At 10:43am, as I was leaving work, she called back to tell me she was gone.

The weather report early that morning said that the few little showers down south would end shortly.

When she passed, it started to rain, and it didn't stop all day.

And it was so dark.

These last two years have just been a horrendous dream that I'm about to wake up from, right?

I pinched myself as I sat in the foggy night, but it only hurt, it didn't wake me up.

Two years ago, she was diagnosed with a very aggressive, small-cell lung cancer.

She did everything she was supposed to do ~ endless appointments for chemo, radiation, blood work, transfusions, in and out of the hospital ~ and always with a smile, and a reassuring "I'm fine".

She would endure five-day chemo treatments every few weeks, ending with two days of 8-9 hour treatments an hour away in Folsom, seemingly unfazed.

All that fight, and it fucking took her anyway.

My Mom was everything that is good.  She would do anything for anyone.

She didn't deserve any of this.

People keep telling me that I did all I could, but I don't think I'll ever be able to stop feeling like I should have done more.

This winter goes down in history as the darkest and coldest.

There is a stillness and emptiness in my world now that I'm not sure how to walk through with any kind of grace.

Mom, I miss you and love you more than you'll ever know.

I know that Dad and the rest of the family are taking good care of you.

I wish you all the peace, love, joy and light that there is.

~ xoxox ~

 

 

Clearance sale!

End-of-year purge!

All in-stock prints listed
HERE
are 50% off with code

2012CLEARANCE

at checkout. 

~ xox ~

Full Moon and Fog

fog
full moon
rushing stream
frogs
owl
cold
stillness
brandy
anton corbijn
music
and
time with dear faraway friends

a lovely (don't want it to) end to five days off ~ ♥

Thanksgiving

It's Thanksgiving.  Sunset.

Thinking about how we all live deeply in our own way,

and the unknown effects we have.

Someone nearby has created an irresistably delicious smell.

I don't even know where it's coming from, but they have inspired me.

Life is moment by moment.

Suddenly a year has passed.

Suddenly ten.

I stand beneath this cotton candy sky,

grateful for it all despite my loneliness this holiday

(feline company excluded, thanks Chester).

Happy Thanksgiving to you.

 

 

 

 

Center

Truth be told, this was a rough week.  Out of sheer necessity, this morning I created a window for myself to center and re-group.  I got quiet, became present, and savored what was below me ...

 

... what was next to me ...

 

... and what was above me.

 

A Saturday night cheers to getting still.

Much love. 

~ ~ ~