Photographers Stories

Many years go by- 

Can I even access the past?  

A camera still by my side.

Usually.

Often replaced by the cell phone

Backing up-

My dogs tail wags,

sending a 4TB hard drive 12 inches 

to its death.

One of the thousands of  images that was lodged in that 3 inch black box. 

Reclaimed for a price.

Worth it? 

yes

                                                    Athens, Greece   September 2017

Cicada's Song

Cicada's Song by Teri H Hoover©
June 18, 2015


Through an open window.
The first cicada finds its voice.
Why do I hear the end of summer?

Summoning the Lines of Safety - a photographic series by Teri H Hoover

Summoning Lines of Safety - a photographic series by Teri H Hoover.

Images that  hold the journey towards understanding
the solace found in the curve of a line.

A story of out and back again.  

 

That is really impossible to see without a magnifying glass.  But it was a wee update on FB documenting my time working on this project. It was  great to be immersed in creating a series of images that became known to me as Summoning the Lines of Safety. (Lines of Safety) The process has been invaluable.  A shout out to all my friends at the Blacksburg Regional Art Association who continue to encourage and inspire. To Becky for a fine text that help me shake the fear that it made no sense.  For my internet art inspiration friend Sharmon. To my family especially my husband who is beginning to think I might be on to something.


The series is on display until July 15, 2015 at Brown Insurance
100 Hubbard St # A, Blacksburg, VA 24060

(540) 552-5331   Monday - Friday Hours: · 8:30 am – 5:00 pm

As an aside let me say I LOVE my job as a portrait photographer. It continues to bring me wonderful interactions with great clients. But when I am not working with clients I spend time exploring photography in other ways. These past months have given me confidence to explore concepts with my photographic images, I look forward to continuing the many facets of this artful journey.

Into this Heart

01-24-1015- Into This Heart by Teri H Hoover©
for my friend Sharmon

The Cascades Trail, Pembroke, VA 1-2015

We stand reaching.

Leaning in

into this heart.

The tentative heart waiting

to arise unshackled

from the detritus. 

We stand reaching 

Even in our sleep

we are reaching.

 For my friend Sharmon

If I Go Straight

01-12-1015-If I Go Straight by Teri H Hoover©
Link to: Sunday Whirl- #195 and Heart Macro #86- Shine the Divine


 

 Cascade Trail, Pembroke, VA

The story is not new.  I write words of wondering every once in a while. I muse along, wandering. I may find a point to share - or I may just be grateful. This will be a place holder for today. If I go straight with intention I will find myself in just this place. It is the intention within the faulty prayer I pray. I am consoled in my moments of awkward searching. My intentions are made straight with Gods grace. My mind wonders, I wander. But in  this intention I go forward with grace. I repeat myself. With so many words. The curves I love, wind around me embracing this heart. It must be winter again.

 Lichen Hearts

Cascade Trail, Pembroke, VA

I do not capitulate myself to an inky channel. Rather I render myself free. I am not listless; appearances deceive. I am only bobbing up and down on the nearly frozen water.  A single leaf  with an invisible anchor.  Smudged into a layer of  lethargy and resigned to the ennui of winter, where the smell of life is remembered. To generate a thought the heart must first hear more than silence. If I go straight there will beginnings after this ends. 

 
A list of words from the Sunday Whirl #195-  

Related to Unflinching

Related to Unflinching by Teri H Hoover
December 14, 2014


Related to UNFLINCHING-     Synonyms

determined, dogged, grim, implacable, relentless, unappeasable, unyielding, unrelenting

 

 

 

You are related to unflinching. If your feeling courageous you might even admit it.

 

The word that holds my heart is unrelenting. I used it to describe a photo my brother just sent me. It is not mine to share. So with words imagine.

 

 

A view through a door with a window to a small dimly lit mud room. Perched on a small table a rail thin woman, with her toes hanging, forgotten, over the edge. She is turned away from us and looks out a window into the dark, cold evening. Her arms are curled up around her and her bald head rests in her lovely hand.   

 

 

The photo is possibly one of the most beautiful images I have ever seen.

 

 It is terribly beautiful. 

 

It is unrelenting.

a prayer for all those suffering- xo teri