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The Very Essence of Life

 

Subysphoto

 

Take a glimpse at the photograph. And then close your eyes for a minute. Meditate. What is your first thought, first association with the photograph?

 

THE VERY ESSENCE OF LIFE

 

Everyone has a few dates in their lives, certain milestones, associated with love, birth, celebration, loss, death, life… For me that date is 11 July. On 11 July 2001 my dad passed away. For weeks, months and years that followed, that date for me was associated with pain, heartache and mourning of the deepest kind. It was a milestone, a rite of passage, my first experience of death in the immediate family, at an age where it was no longer a vague idea shrouded by safe distance and childish apathy.  Waking up to panic attacks in the middle of the night, dreading every single Father's  Day, secretly envying daughters all over the world who were lucky enough to have a father to send a card to, or take out for dinner, or to simply sit down and enjoy quiet companionship with.

 

Yet time is the kindest nurse – before you realise, you find that time has gently mended your deepest scars, nursed you through the darkest hours of grief and nourished you back to strength and renewed resolve to carry on. In time, I realised that any date associated strongly in my mind with my father, especially 11 July, became a day of celebration of his life – and a celebration of life.

 

One regret I have every year on 11 July is that, is that because of work commitments I cannot be there to visit my dad's grave, to lay down flowers, to whisper a prayer, to sit quietly on the edge of his tomb in the sombre silence of the graveyard, just to feel his presence around me. I still do visit him though each time I go to Istanbul.

 

Today's photograph was captured on one such visit. Like in any major city around world, visiting a cemetery in Istanbul is a bizarre experience, finding yourself in the sombre solitary silence, disquieting quiet of intricately designed avenues, streets, alleyways of marble tombstones, dappled in the afternoon sun streaming through the dense leaves of ancient trees in the midst of the hustle and bustle of a buzzing metropolitan alive with vigour, energy and aggression; aged willow trees towered by glitzy skyscrapers, urban high rises proudly standing tall.

 

Looking through the leaves shading the last resting place of another loved one, it is easy to see the twin towers and their morbid connotations. Twin Towers of Istanbul in which hundreds of office workers are going about their lives, without a shadowy thought of death, below on the streets the cars whiz past, the pedestrians purposefully pace in all directions towards their destinations. In the hurried hustle and bustle of life and the haze that clouds our minds with a daily list of things to do – urgent, important, asap – no one has the time to stop and ponder the meaning of life.

 

'Life is a journey, not a destination' flashes the magnetic picture frame on my fridge, holding a picture of my parents and a ten year old me; indeed it is. 'Death is the best advice in life' says a sign the cemetery across the Twin Towers of Istanbul. Life is a journey, with one single destination. All 'gilded monuments' and 'lofty towers', all inventions of mankind, and mankind too, will one day turn to ashes and dust; all life as Shakespeare says 'is rounded with a sleep'. It is only at such milestones of life, we have a glimpse of the bigger picture, the final destination but once the moment has passed, we forget and drift along life, purposefully yet aimlessly. 'Life is a journey' and 'death is the best advice' to remind us to truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment of that journey.

 

Two months after my personal tragedy, the world shook with a global tragedy of two planes searing across the New York skyline, slicing through the Twin Towers of Manhattan. On the very same day, one of my father's best friends passed away. As the people of New York City united in the face of tragedy, as people all over the world felt the overwhelming need like they had in that moment of impact, to reach for the phone and hear the soothing tone of a loved one's voice, just to say 'I love you'; personal tragedy united my mum and her now best friend, the widow of my father's friend. Two women tenuously linked through their husbands' friendship that spanned a good part of thirty years, two widows united through kindred pain, two women who built a friendship through the ruins of their hearts battered by the loss of a spouse.

 

These two pillars of strength are mere proof that despite the frozen moment of stunned shock and the sombre grieving that follows, life goes on. As they laugh and cry through the reminiscences of old times, travel through the ups and downs life has to offer, taking strength in their friendship; they truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment of the journey. What they have lost with their husbands' passing, they have found in their friendship: the will to go on, the wisdom to know all that comes shall indeed pass, and a hand to hold on to in sadness, and a hand to high-five in celebration.

 

Towers will tumble, castles will crumble, fortresses will one day fall to ashes and dust; one day each journey will reach its ultimate destination. 11 July reminds me to make the most of the journey, to tell loved ones they are indeed loved as much and as often as I can, to truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment. On 11 July every year, as I celebrate my father's life, I resolve to lead such a life that would make him proud, a life as much worth celebrating as his own.

 

_____________________________________________________________________________

Anyone looking for the services of Suby & Sinem as Photographers, you know what to do...

Please also visit our other photoblog of fashion images by clicking on Suby & Sinem

"Ars longa, vita Brevis"

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The Very Essence of Life

 

Subysphoto

 

Take a glimpse at the photograph. And then close your eyes for a minute. Meditate. What is your first thought, first association with the photograph?

 

THE VERY ESSENCE OF LIFE

 

Everyone has a few dates in their lives, certain milestones, associated with love, birth, celebration, loss, death, life… For me that date is 11 July. On 11 July 2001 my dad passed away. For weeks, months and years that followed, that date for me was associated with pain, heartache and mourning of the deepest kind. It was a milestone, a rite of passage, my first experience of death in the immediate family, at an age where it was no longer a vague idea shrouded by safe distance and childish apathy.  Waking up to panic attacks in the middle of the night, dreading every single Father's  Day, secretly envying daughters all over the world who were lucky enough to have a father to send a card to, or take out for dinner, or to simply sit down and enjoy quiet companionship with.

 

Yet time is the kindest nurse – before you realise, you find that time has gently mended your deepest scars, nursed you through the darkest hours of grief and nourished you back to strength and renewed resolve to carry on. In time, I realised that any date associated strongly in my mind with my father, especially 11 July, became a day of celebration of his life – and a celebration of life.

 

One regret I have every year on 11 July is that, is that because of work commitments I cannot be there to visit my dad's grave, to lay down flowers, to whisper a prayer, to sit quietly on the edge of his tomb in the sombre silence of the graveyard, just to feel his presence around me. I still do visit him though each time I go to Istanbul.

 

Today's photograph was captured on one such visit. Like in any major city around world, visiting a cemetery in Istanbul is a bizarre experience, finding yourself in the sombre solitary silence, disquieting quiet of intricately designed avenues, streets, alleyways of marble tombstones, dappled in the afternoon sun streaming through the dense leaves of ancient trees in the midst of the hustle and bustle of a buzzing metropolitan alive with vigour, energy and aggression; aged willow trees towered by glitzy skyscrapers, urban high rises proudly standing tall.

 

Looking through the leaves shading the last resting place of another loved one, it is easy to see the twin towers and their morbid connotations. Twin Towers of Istanbul in which hundreds of office workers are going about their lives, without a shadowy thought of death, below on the streets the cars whiz past, the pedestrians purposefully pace in all directions towards their destinations. In the hurried hustle and bustle of life and the haze that clouds our minds with a daily list of things to do – urgent, important, asap – no one has the time to stop and ponder the meaning of life.

 

'Life is a journey, not a destination' flashes the magnetic picture frame on my fridge, holding a picture of my parents and a ten year old me; indeed it is. 'Death is the best advice in life' says a sign the cemetery across the Twin Towers of Istanbul. Life is a journey, with one single destination. All 'gilded monuments' and 'lofty towers', all inventions of mankind, and mankind too, will one day turn to ashes and dust; all life as Shakespeare says 'is rounded with a sleep'. It is only at such milestones of life, we have a glimpse of the bigger picture, the final destination but once the moment has passed, we forget and drift along life, purposefully yet aimlessly. 'Life is a journey' and 'death is the best advice' to remind us to truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment of that journey.

 

Two months after my personal tragedy, the world shook with a global tragedy of two planes searing across the New York skyline, slicing through the Twin Towers of Manhattan. On the very same day, one of my father's best friends passed away. As the people of New York City united in the face of tragedy, as people all over the world felt the overwhelming need like they had in that moment of impact, to reach for the phone and hear the soothing tone of a loved one's voice, just to say 'I love you'; personal tragedy united my mum and her now best friend, the widow of my father's friend. Two women tenuously linked through their husbands' friendship that spanned a good part of thirty years, two widows united through kindred pain, two women who built a friendship through the ruins of their hearts battered by the loss of a spouse.

 

These two pillars of strength are mere proof that despite the frozen moment of stunned shock and the sombre grieving that follows, life goes on. As they laugh and cry through the reminiscences of old times, travel through the ups and downs life has to offer, taking strength in their friendship; they truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment of the journey. What they have lost with their husbands' passing, they have found in their friendship: the will to go on, the wisdom to know all that comes shall indeed pass, and a hand to hold on to in sadness, and a hand to high-five in celebration.

 

Towers will tumble, castles will crumble, fortresses will one day fall to ashes and dust; one day each journey will reach its ultimate destination. 11 July reminds me to make the most of the journey, to tell loved ones they are indeed loved as much and as often as I can, to truly live, cherish, capture, enjoy every single moment. On 11 July every year, as I celebrate my father's life, I resolve to lead such a life that would make him proud, a life as much worth celebrating as his own.

 

_____________________________________________________________________________

Anyone looking for the services of Suby & Sinem as Photographers, you know what to do...

Please also visit our other photoblog of fashion images by clicking on Suby & Sinem

"Ars longa, vita Brevis"

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comments (22)

My first thought was the twin towers, a very nice shot to go with the tribute. I am sure he is looking at you saying "I am proud of you my son".
Suby & Sinem: Thanks Dotun, but this was written by Sinem smile

Suby & Sinem
  • Kay
  • 11 Jul 2007, 02:57
Wonderful words by Sinem, and image by Suby.
My first thought when I saw the buildings rise up over the tombstones was not of 9/11, but that life goes on. I found it incredulous that when my Mom passed away, the wheel of life kept turning. The world did not stop for my Mom, the single greatest woman on earth. It blew me away. What a lesson to learn.
Suby & Sinem: Words and image are both by Sinem, Kay.
Life indeed goes on, and what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, I've found. Thanks the visit. Sinem
Philosophical time here and nice (and sad ) picture !
Suby & Sinem: Yep, we've gone a bit philosophical today smile Suby & Sin
This is a beautiful tribute Sinem. I've been through the same more recently so I know exactly how you feel. Your father surely must be proud of you. smile
Suby & Sinem: I hope he is, Fehinti. Sorry to hear about your recent loss. Sinem
  • Ginnie
  • Atlanta, GA, United States
  • 11 Jul 2007, 07:34
For those of us who have lost our parents (my dad died in 1995, followed by my mom in 1997), Sinem, we feel your bittersweet pain. I read every word of your beautiful tribute, which felt very cathartic for me. I hope it was for you as well!
Suby & Sinem: I write something on life, death and my dad on each day that I associate with him like today, and birthdays and anniversaries. Sometimes I write poetry as well. Each time I find the experience of putting feelings down on paper cathartic. Glad you felt the same way reading it. smile Sinem
VERY POWERFUL AND TOUCHING WORDS .
Suby & Sinem: Thank you Shakara. Sinem
Beautiful tribute Sinem.
Suby & Sinem: Thanks Bridge. Sinem
Goodness....a wonderful and well captured shot for the perfect tribute. Yes when life deals its blows we must find solace in whats still around because one day we too will go. Ur words are strong. Bless ur heart...the image again is striking yet subtle.
Suby & Sinem: Thank you for the visit and your words of kindness and wisdom, Ngozi. Sinem
cemetries are not my thing, but f captured B&W is the way to do so I think.
Suby & Sinem: I am not too much into cemeteries either but this was very much linked to the tribute I posted alongside the photo. Thanks for visiting. Suby & Sin
Lovely tribute and great picture to go with it.
Suby & Sinem: Thanks Bernie. Congrats on your 100th post. Suby & Sin
Hey there my brother,

I lost my dad March 22nd of this year. I guess the pain never does go away. But I have wonderful memories and lots of pictures. In my mind, and on paper and the computer. I also see a lot of him every time I look in the mirror. I catch a glimps in the car mirror most of the time. Just for a second it looks like him looking back at me.

Thanks for your writing on this one.......
...My bad. Thanks to Sinem for the writing and to you for posting. I just think of you all as one anyway.... smile
Suby & Sinem: Sorry to hear about your loss Mike. I go through the same experience every now and again when I look into my eyes in the mirror; you will see what I mean if you check out the post for 13/07/06. Sinem
Amazing, my first thought was the same as Kay`s, `life goes on`.

This is a moving tribute.

All I can say is that - if your Dad is still in your heart, then he lives on. (:o)
Suby & Sinem: Indeed life goes on.
And indeed he lives on.
Thank you for your words of wisdom. Sinem
Beautiful words Sinem
Suby & Sinem: Thank you Patrick. Sinem
  • Shailja
  • Boston
  • 11 Jul 2007, 14:37
I cannot imagine the pain of losing a parent and its a thought that I cant bear to have as my parents get older. Everybody has shared such moving tributes to their loved ones ....I was touched by them all...
Suby & Sinem: May you experience such loss as late in life as you possibly can Shailia. Thanks for your visit and kind words. Suby and Sinem
Great post... Well done!
Michael
Suby & Sinem: Thanks Michael.
Suby&Sinem
Powerful words, powerful shot! A moving tribute. For this I can also say that people like you make the world a less bitter place to live in smile
Suby & Sinem: This is the best praise I have possibly ever had, not just as a photographer, but as a human being. Thanks ever so much. Sinem
i love that tones ! very nice shot
Suby & Sinem: Glad you like. Thanks for the visit,

Suby & Sinem
Powerful words.
Time and tide wait for for no man, life goes on.
I am speechless Sinem.......
Utterly thought provoking picture and your words that lead from it paints it in the clearest light and leaves the viewer moved. Stunning and captivating! :o) Elize
Beautiful composition and words to ponder over!

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