Yes, it was taken in Florida. I love pictures of him on his feet.
Looking at photos (many of which my friend Chris has blessedly gone to the trouble to scan) it was shocking to watch the change in his face as Lewy set in, especially before he got on a sufficient dose of Sinemet. I wasn’t so aware of it when it was happening.
The figure of a man. He walks alone, while someone behind him regards his presence and being as noteworthy.
What stands out for me, after reading his story, is the strength and shapeliness of his healed legs, how the light catches on one, and the shadow of the other reveals the curves of muscles.
I see a beauty in this picture that involves the physical, but goes beyond to portray essence.
Oh, yes. Beautiful and touching. I especially like his expressive right hand. This picture reminds me of an image that came to me in a vivid dream shortly after my grandmother died. It also makes me think of the movie “Contact.”
Louise, those are probably just dust flecks on the photo, but the effect is very cool now that you point it out!
J often held his right hand like that and I wondered much later if it was an early sign of Parkinsonian changes in his brain. Regardless, it was expressive and very characteristic, long before he got sick.
I would see this photo on my Google Chrome display of visited sites while on my way to click on Drudge for news links during the tsunami coverage. It appeared on my screen as a small postage stamp size picture of a man who had walked through what looked to be an open door, with the black band on the right (where the blog role is listed) creating the door effect.
While viewing the chaos and destruction in Japan , I found this picture centering, as it served as a visual reminder and affirmation of the life and value of one. Especially so, when one is loved by another.
Ambiance
mockturtle said,
March 13, 2011 at 11:48 am
Was that taken in Florida, Annie? It’s a beautiful poem of a photograph. ‘Ode to Jacques’.
amba12 said,
March 13, 2011 at 12:01 pm
Yes, it was taken in Florida. I love pictures of him on his feet.
Looking at photos (many of which my friend Chris has blessedly gone to the trouble to scan) it was shocking to watch the change in his face as Lewy set in, especially before he got on a sufficient dose of Sinemet. I wasn’t so aware of it when it was happening.
LouiseM said,
March 13, 2011 at 6:04 pm
The figure of a man. He walks alone, while someone behind him regards his presence and being as noteworthy.
What stands out for me, after reading his story, is the strength and shapeliness of his healed legs, how the light catches on one, and the shadow of the other reveals the curves of muscles.
I see a beauty in this picture that involves the physical, but goes beyond to portray essence.
LouiseM said,
March 13, 2011 at 6:39 pm
Are those stars in the sky or something on the photo? Whatever, the effect is powerful.
A said,
March 13, 2011 at 8:24 pm
Oh, yes. Beautiful and touching. I especially like his expressive right hand. This picture reminds me of an image that came to me in a vivid dream shortly after my grandmother died. It also makes me think of the movie “Contact.”
amba12 said,
March 19, 2011 at 10:12 am
Louise, those are probably just dust flecks on the photo, but the effect is very cool now that you point it out!
J often held his right hand like that and I wondered much later if it was an early sign of Parkinsonian changes in his brain. Regardless, it was expressive and very characteristic, long before he got sick.
LouiseM said,
March 24, 2011 at 7:11 pm
I would see this photo on my Google Chrome display of visited sites while on my way to click on Drudge for news links during the tsunami coverage. It appeared on my screen as a small postage stamp size picture of a man who had walked through what looked to be an open door, with the black band on the right (where the blog role is listed) creating the door effect.
While viewing the chaos and destruction in Japan , I found this picture centering, as it served as a visual reminder and affirmation of the life and value of one. Especially so, when one is loved by another.