Free this Soul

Free this soul
From the captive fingers
Of pain and reality

Nothing less,
Nothing more

Allow it to
Wander in the sky,
Into the air of mist
And fog
And everything that
Can be forgotten

Don't let it sink,
To wallow,
To feel without feeling,
To remember...

Remembering is like
Wishing death
Upon something that
Has only ever lived in it.

xxxx

Maybe it's just me, but when I was reviewing these photos from this shoot yesterday, I couldn't help but be filled with emotion, and I couldn't help but tear up slightly.

It wasn't a bad thing, surely, merely it was just...beautiful and I could feel what I was feeling then, feel what I was trying to convey within that shoot, again, all over.

But again, maybe it IS just me.


This is a shot I really love [I hate that when I come across particular shots when reviewing, when I go to upload them, I always mix it up with another DX]

It was harder than it looks to try to get everything to work just right.

This was the evening I went out spontaneously for sunset at the famous boat ramp. I took TONS of photos of it, then as it was still retreating, I decided to use some knick knacks, so I got out this clock and the ribbon and attached the two, and voila! I began!

The problem I kept facing was that the background would come out too brightly or the clock wouldn't be in focus -- but I did not give up!

Eventually, my efforts were worth it when shots like this came out at the end =] I did this for about 20 minutes, which is interesting in a way XD


Anywho, my main idea/concept/emotion in feeling this and wanting to convey was something along the lines of letting go, of saying goodbye, of letting it all just wash away, maybe like strings that were still too tight -- things to that effect.





[Taken July 5.2012,
Written July 7.2012]

**This title: Nothing is more aggravating than having a feeling, but being unable to find the right words/phrases to convey that emotion in a way that can be fitting. This title took waaaay too long. >_<

**The poem has allowed me to bend everything, if you will. It's as important as the photo. My description came before, the poem came after. [As in, I only wrote the poem a few minutes ago]
The poem is just about how the speaker [which would be the hand of this "person" here [except fictitious]] wishes to be free, to not have to live with remembering that the one they loved [whoever that may be, and in whatever way that they are gone] is no longer there.
It's like...a plea.

I don't think a title has ever taken this long or irked me so! Oof!


xxxx

Check out this neat, awesome and uber fancy music concoction that a lovely fellow deviant [~sonofmacedonia] did that features this photo!
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[link]

[If your ears are anything like mine they might be a little whoa'ed out at first, but at least for me, the second listen really got me into it ^^]


-December 2012