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thank you nick, really love the poem!
Dérive - when one person drops all relations, work and usual motives and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the land and the encounters they find there.
After the passing of my Grandfather, visiting his home and grave for the first time following this was the moment of realisation for me that he had really left us. Photographing the experience was a great help in accepting and dealing with my loss.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
