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Nurses after a patient suffers a miscarriage.
This picture is legit. Look up Pink Balloon Photography & Design. It was taken in 2014 and it’s titled, “When We Wept”. She apparently is a volunteer photographer for a foundation called Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, which is a group dedicated to doing memorial photography for parents who are suffering from the loss of a child. The photographer herself got her start after suffering a miscarriage in January of 2010 after being 25 weeks pregnant.
I went to school with a lot of people who became nurses and I have a lot of respect for them. Right after she got out of nursing school, this one girl had gotten a job at a nursing home. Later, she got a job at an area hospital. I can recall her posting about a few months into her job that one of her favorite patients died at the nursing home and she witnessed them taking their final breaths. It bothered her so much because I can remember her posting about it on Facebook. Mind you all, she didn’t post who they were. All she said was, “I lost my first patient today.” Comments of support came flooding in from other fellow nurses and nurses who has been in the profession for years.
Nurses are human. They’ll form attachments with their patients. When the patient dies, they may not outright show emotion on the outside, but it probably tears them up on the inside.
Legendary photography Gregory Crewdson works within a photographic tradition that combines the documentary style of William Eggleston and Walker Evans with the dream-like vision of filmmakers such as Stephen Spielberg and David Lynch.
SPOTLIGHT: Paola Rojas H Photography
It’s pretty uncommon to see a 20-year-old with such developed artistic style as Paola Rojas H. This Columbian photographer is far from her prime, but after winning Columbia’s National Photography Competition “Casa Sinfin” - IV (Winner, Category: Amateur), she has pretty promising future.
Photoshoot Fodder
Everything about these.
But mainly, the juxtaposition of nature with the human body. Replace nipples with blooming orchids. The twist and tangle of pubic hair and the peek of labia lips with moss and fungus. Seriously. This girl is amazingly talented and I hope she has a long and fruitful career. It’s inspirational.
Legendary photography Gregory Crewdson works within a photographic tradition that combines the documentary style of William Eggleston and Walker Evans with the dream-like vision of filmmakers such as Stephen Spielberg and David Lynch.
Love
I check my Facebook page 36 times a day for the sole purpose of making sure I have not accidentally posted a nude photo of myself
I reread an email 13 times before pressing send to ensure I have not written something in the email that could convict me of a crime
Before taking a stage when asked if I allow flash photography I always want to say “No” because I’m terrified flash photography will give me epilepsy
I know it doesn’t work like that, still
I never eat nuts on an airplane out of fear of that I will suddenly develop a nut allergy and if I have to asphyxiate I don’t want it to happen at 30,000 feet
Twice in the last two years I’ve been aborted from an airplane for running screaming down the aisles as the plane was taking off
I can’t walk through San Francisco without worrying my indigestion is the beginning of an earthquake
I brace for tsunamis beside lakes in Colorado
I’m not joking
The last time I saw Niagara Falls I couldn’t take it
It was too much much
I had to plug my ears to look at it and close my eyes to listenGenerally I can’t do all my senses at the same time they are too much much
Like if you touch me without warning, whoever you are, it will take everything I have to not hate you
Imagine your hands are electrical sockets and I am constantly aware that I am 70% water
it’s not that I’ve not tried to build a dam
Ask my therapist who pays her mortgage
My cost of living went up
at five years old when I told my mother I have to stop going to birthday parties because every time I hear a balloon pop I feel like I’m gonna get murdered in the heartLast year a balloon popped on the stage where I was performing, I started crying in front of the whole crowd
plugged my ears and kept repeating the word “LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD” it was super sexy
That’s what I do
I do super sexyLike when I asked the super cute barista 11 times ‘are you sure this is decaffeinated? Are you sure this is decaffeinated? Are you sure that’- yes I drink decaffeinated and still jitter like a bug running from the bright bright bright
I have spent years of my life wearing a tight rubber band hidden beneath my hair so my brain could have a hug
These days when no one’s looking I wear a fuzzy fitted winter hat that buttons tight beneath the chin
I only ever wear a tie so that when I convince myself I’m choking my senses have something they are certain they can blame
As a kid I was so certain I would die the way of meteor falling on my head
I would go whole weeks without looking at the sky ‘cause I didn’t want to witness the coming of my own death
I started tapping the kitchen sink seven times to build a shieldMy mother started making lists of everything I thought would kill me in hopes that if I saw my fears they would disappear
Bless her heart but the first time I saw that list I started filling a salad bowl with bleach and soaking my shoe laces overnight so in the morning when I ironed them they would be so bright I would be certain I had control over
how much dark could break into my light
how much jack hammer could break into my heart
My spine it has always been a lasso that could never catch my breath
I honestly can’t imagine how it would feel to walk into a room full of people and not feel the roof collapsing on my ‘NO NO NO I am not fine’Fine is the suckiest word
it never tells the truthAnd more than anything I have ever been afraid of I am terrified of lies
How they war the world
How they sound by our tongues
How they bone dry the marrow
How did we get through high school without being taught Dr. King spent two decades having panic attacks?
Avoided Windows
Jumped at thunderI think we are all part flight the fight
part run for your life
Part ‘please please please like me’
Part Can’t breathe
Part scared to say you’re scared
Part say it anyway
You panic button collector
You clock of beautiful ticks
You run out the door if you need to
You flock to the front row of your own class
You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here
You belong here and everything you feel is okay
Everything you feel is okay
“Panic Button Collector” - Andrea Gibson
This is the best poem about anxiety that I have ever read.
(via thinkmewhole)
Waris Dirie | Photography by Lange Jacques (1995)
wow. absolutely stunning.
Girls loving girls in the same-sex ALL LOVE IS EQUAL photography series by Braden Summers
