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somehow they don't look as far

The weather was weird enough [with whatever Global Warming is doing to the North Sea] that all of morning's damp coolness gave way to dry cold, perfect for 6PM shots with my tripod. Camped out under some of those blue lights strung in trees that I posted about earlier, even with a telephoto lens.

When I got back 'home' I was led to a short story she wrote onto one of her creative websites, now gone; one of my Friends talked last Summer about how little bits of her would be popping up on some site or another for a long time, since she made so many. She made the story ideas into a poem also, and into a song she wrote the music for and played on her guitar. Her poem is on my profile page.

So I immediately felt I knew why I did the photos I did.

The themes of the story "Too Late For The Stars", which she revised and completed in July 2003, include companionship, missiles hitting her building, love, time / space travel, and of course... death. And resurrection. I think it is breathtaking that somebody sixteen could write a single story effectively embracing so many multiple levels of meaning.

Of course age is relative to a lot of things... including wars of all different varieties. Only one of the varieties is fought with steel and with brass bullets.

I like the first shot because it cradles the moon in a wooden tree-nest and there something looks like white fire burning through the windows of a wrecked building beyond it. These words are excerpts, but I will send you the whole story if you want it, as an Email attachment, if you wanna PM me here at LJ. All the words following this are from Ki because at some deep level I think we created these photos as companions.


Perhaps the broadcasts are continuing, showing the collapsed buildings, the dust and the fear, and perhaps showing the rescuers digging in the rubble, pulling out survivors.

Do you think we'll be among those survivors?

We must be. Our lives are too short to end like this. I haven't even started living. I haven't even done anything worthwhile. Life can't end now, before I've managed to go to the sky, to the stars.

I hold your hand tight. I'm starting to feel, a little, and there's pain. Your hand is strangely cold, and limp. But don't worry, soon they'll come, the rescuers will come, and they'll have blankets to warm you... I don't hurt anymore. I only wish I could move, or breathe... It can't be so bad, it's only my imagination, they'll come back for me, they wouldn't leave me if I couldn't breathe.

I can see now -- small pinpoints of light in the darkness. I can see the stars. Somehow they don't look as far as they used to, not as far as they looked when you first spoke of going to them... We'll escape this war. There can't be war there, in the sky, in the space beyond the sky, in the infinite lights of the stars.

Let me rest a few minutes, then we'll go. It's not too late. It can't be too late for the stars.

I can feel the darkness of the sky closing in on me, but it's a good darkness, a welcoming darkness. I'll sleep for a moment, then we'll go to the stars... The pinpoints of light are coming closer, closer. I no longer need a shuttle to reach them, I don't need bulky metal in my way. We'll rise to the stars like phoenixes rising from the ashes, reborn.

I can almost touch them.

I love you.

I'll see you at the stars.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 19th, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
These photos are really beautiful!
Dec. 19th, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)
Yeah, A., the last one is the one I want to be a Kerstmis card for everyone; for once my cam wiped out the usual sky reflection and [maybe you have to tilt your screen] it's pretty dark back there!

I also think the lines of stars following the tree branches look like lights in your arteries and veins ...

I just happened to find her story a bit later on, then I realized that it just did not happen at all... XD
Dec. 19th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
=) I especially love this last photograph.
Dec. 20th, 2008 11:06 am (UTC)
I can almost touch them.


Edited at 2008-12-20 11:10 am (UTC)
Dec. 20th, 2008 12:17 pm (UTC)
And I think that is a *great* compliment coming from youuu, K., who's taken so many beautiful shots of your own. While I am hanging on to this art by my tiny paws lmao
Dec. 20th, 2008 11:09 am (UTC)
EDIT: wrong math: she was thirteen when she played with her story ideas, een veertiener [= Dutch] when she published online.

More the accomplishment.
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