Imagine peace. Such a refrain! A sewn pin from Liz in Texas renders the reminder tactile and lovely.
With the pin, came a stitched date: June 17, 2015. This, as you know, was the day of the tragic shooting at the Charleston Emanuel AME Church and Liz was one of the contributors to the “Hearts for Charleston” quilt (see side bar). The pin and date-cloth seem very at home in a sweet grass basket made in Charleston, don’t you think? There they are on a pile of shells gathered south of the city along with a wasp’s nest (also found somewhere in SC).
Look at Liz’s capable hand! Seeing her tiny, regular stitches reminded me of the pleasure of collaborating on our quilt for grieving Charlestonians last year. Making hope tactile while affirming friendships all over the globe is a powerful thing. Thank you, Liz, thank you and thank you – both for the gift itself and for setting a moving example.
My mad play with pix of villains, on the other hand, is likely pointless. But, look at that face — even if the stakes were low, would YOU trust him? With an image like that, you don’t need to evaluate his lame, contradictory explanations of recent blundering and partisan actions to conclude that the House Intel Committee’s work is done. Toast. I went to the Mother Emanuel Church while in Charleston recently. It was drenched in sun and very still, in spite of a fair amount of traffic out front. I felt a sense of sadness being there and also care — I did not want to intrude. Sometimes even taking pictures can feel transgressive. Fortunately, no one came or went while I took the photos below.
I found all the shells on Folly Beach as the sun came up. K and I thought we’d have the place to ourselves, but lots of people were there — a military jogger and his handsome German shepherd posing for pictures; a rashy-faced photo enthusiast talking up his Facebook page; other tourists; a guy with a metal detector who reminded us of those funny nerds on “The Detectorists”. The pier’s criss-crossing supports looked like a row of herringbone stitch connecting the ocean to the sky.
Naturally Finn joined me as I took a selfie on the sunny staircase yesterday — he always knows where the action is! He kept looking up as if peace was just there, slightly beyond my reach or capacity to see.
beautiful photographs Dee!
thank you Mo. there was some sun at last!!
That the pin would travel to Charleston … I never imagined this. Thank you for the gift of this post.
The pin arrived in Massachusetts after we go home so it is traveling there by way of powerful proximity.
Virtually, then. It’s all good.
I’m glad you visited the church and love the photos you took. Thinking of what happened there opens such a hole in my heart, and it of course has been layered over by many many other instances of brutality and hate since it occurred. Keeping positive is difficult. The sunshine in Charleston is cheerful though. Thanks for sharing it and Liz’s ever hopeful pin.
The purity, majesty and forgiveness of this place, the church…amazing. Your photos are so powerful Dee. The pier is really something…you’re right – stitched to the sky! And your Finney Boy…give him a good rub behind the ears for me!
That’s me above, I forgot to fill in the blanks! lol
Lovely photos, thanks