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I understand.
Jul. 17th, 2006 09:51 pmIn the Victorian era, "People took photographs of their loved ones with a reverence that is rarely understood today... at the moment that people were most vulnerable, photography offered a memento that seemed real-- a tangible visual object that allowed continued closeness to their loved one." from over here.
In a horrifying, immensely tragic, hauntingly beautiful & heart-gripping fashion, I understand this now.
The much-anticipated birth of a baby boy this weekend was met with anguish... stillborn, as a result of a knot in his umbilical cord.
Mom is a children's photographer who hired a colleague to document what was supposed to be a joyous occasion.
Out of respect for the family and the voyeuristic nature of the internet, I'm not posting the link to a very tasteful, moving and heartbreaking photodocumentary that has completely changed life perspective for me and many of my close online friends today. If you'd like to see it, comments are screened & I'll email back.
In a horrifying, immensely tragic, hauntingly beautiful & heart-gripping fashion, I understand this now.
The much-anticipated birth of a baby boy this weekend was met with anguish... stillborn, as a result of a knot in his umbilical cord.
Mom is a children's photographer who hired a colleague to document what was supposed to be a joyous occasion.
Out of respect for the family and the voyeuristic nature of the internet, I'm not posting the link to a very tasteful, moving and heartbreaking photodocumentary that has completely changed life perspective for me and many of my close online friends today. If you'd like to see it, comments are screened & I'll email back.
