Life Before Your Eyes

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Life Before Your Eyes

Pictory members share their deepest, brightest, darkest, and most meaningful photos.
You cant begin to tell the story behind your most meaningful image without putting your innermost feelings on display for the world to see. Rob Gardiner, who
wrote the third photo story in this series, put it perfectly. I am grateful for and unspeakably moved by the submissions to this theme. Many contributors expressed a
catharsis in writing them. Tears fell; buried memories, the contraband of the heart and mind, resurfaced. This ties in perfectly with one of my major goals for
Pictory, to encourage art therapy for anyone. To help everyone from occasional viewers to regular submitters reflect on their own experiences with new
clarity.
Someone once asked me what the two-percent moments of my life were. The rare moments that would make it into a movie biography, or flash before my eyes
as I pass. Not the mundane hours that would end up on the proverbial cutting room floor, but the few glowing or tragic memories that I won't and can't forget. I
didn't have a very good answer. I got stuck trying to count my modest successes instead of remembering the events that mattered. I wish you luck in remembering
your most significant moments while viewing these relatable stories of unfamiliar faces.
January 6, 2010 Intro by Laura Brunow Miner Guest design by Ryan Sims Editing assistance from Kate Lorenz
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Funny Face
My grandmother had always been the one to show us kids love and affection, while my quiet (and slightly grumpy) grandfather preferred to sit in his chair and
keep to himself. We knew all along that he loved us, but it just wasnt in his nature to express his feelings. When he lost my grandmother, his wife of 70 years, we
started to notice a softer side. Hes still grumpy at times but now when we say goodbye we can see that hes sad we are going, while before he would have
silently stayed in his chair. A week ago he even told me that he loved me.
Photographer: Magera Holton
I am a designer based in San Francisco, but Austin will always be home.

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He Remembers You
I took the long trip to see my ailing grandfather to try to get an image that would describe him, and the unnameable something he passed on to my father and me.
Rumor had it that his mind and body were slipping, so I had planned to take a striking photo of a man who no longer recognized me. Instead I was given the gift of
recognition. There he was, his old mischief, his sunken wisdom. Whats more, I saw my own father know that for the first time in more than a year, he was
remembered by his father. It was a momentary thing. Me watching my father, my father watching his, and his father sharing a stare with his son and the old
Olympus lens that makes the fleeting permanent.
Photographer: Robert Josiah Bingaman
Robert is an artist living in Kansas City, America.

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Lost Time
You cant begin to tell the story behind your most meaningful image without putting your innermost feelings on display for the world to see. Even as I write, I have
not yet decided if anyone will ever see this. Grief is a lonely emotion. After my mother lost her battle with cancer at 42 years of age, my father seemed to find
some measure of comfort in alcohol. He did his best to keep life moving forward for his children, but as his oldest son, I had more weight on my shoulders than I
could handle. Or maybe I never dealt with my own loss. Either way, things turned nasty one night and I hurt him both physically and mentally. Eight years went by
before we saw each other again. Weve never discussed that night, and I dont think we ever will, but weve been able to rebuild our relationship even so. My little
boy arrived in March this year and whenever my father is back in Ireland we use his grandchild as an excuse to get together. My dad was taken into the hospital
yesterday, and I thought of my regret for the night we fought, the eight lost years, and all the things that have gone unsaid. This may not be my best photograph
(and I pray it is not the last I take of Dad), but I am extremely grateful that I had the opportunity to take it.
This image was taken with a Canon EOS 40D.
Photographer: Rob Gardiner
I am a freelance aerospace engineer based in Belfast, Northern Ireland but currently working in the Isle of Man. I have enjoyed photography for several years and
hope to continue to do so in the future.
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Path Retraced
My husband Raven introduced me to Linda shortly before her death. It was the first time in about 18 years that he and his estranged mother had seen one another.
Two months later, Linda died peacefully in her sleep from a heart condition that she had hidden even from her five siblings. I took this photo while Raven sat in his
mothers apartment, alone for the first time since her death. Her funeral reunited Raven with the rest of his estranged family the most normal and most genuine
group I have ever known and they took him back with open arms.
Photographer: Mona T. Brooks
I am a documentary photographer in San Francisco with what might be the biggest laugh in the whole wide world. I feed off being around people and have a story
to tell about every image I have taken. Dont take me too seriously because I dont.
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Lucky Seventh
Decades ago, my parents secured emigration to America for the family and then I was born. The seventh child, the mistake. My parents were faced with a
difficult decision: take this rare opportunity to leave for America and in doing so, leave me to be raised by relatives; or redo the paperwork and risk things not
working out. My father decided that we would stay together as a complete family, and we made the move, eventually settling in San Francisco. In December 2003,
my brother and I returned to our birthplace (just south of Saigon, Vietnam) for the first time. This scene of him with our relatives reflects our return and
reconnection with the land and people wed heard so much about but it also speaks to what could have been. Had things been different, this photo would have
represented a brothers return across distance, culture, and the passing of 20 years to meet his sister, the seventh child, the one who was left behind.
This image was taken with a Canon PowerShot S400.
Photographer: Ngoc Du
I live in San Francisco, where I take photos and dream of the next travel adventure.
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Portrait of a Youth
By the time my sister was in grade school, I had already left for college. Our 14 year age difference meant we were never as close as I would have liked. But this
photo taken one summer break when we stumbled upon a stash of old prom dresses in the basement reminds me that while I may have missed most of her
childhood, I was there for that afternoon. I recently showed this picture to my sister on her sixteenth birthday and was overjoyed to hear her say, I remember
that day!
Photographer: Jeni Pulliam
I am a teacher by day and artist at heart located in the Midwest.

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Dear @Pictory:
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It may be silly, but the day I realised I could buy any soda I wanted was a very exciting day for me (as a new adult).
@tyskkvinna
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Different and Normal

I had taken hundreds of pictures of my son Ulysses, but in every one I hid something about him. I couldnt stand to document the thing on his belly that showed he
was not normal. Since he suffered from Costello syndrome, a very rare genetic disorder, he needed this gastrostomy button to survive. I hadnt planned to take
this photo and it surprised me. It didnt hurt like I had thought it would I saw just my son as he was: a beautiful, funny, little man very interested in life around
him, just like any other child his age. Different and normal at the same time.
Photographer: Anahita Avalos
Anahita lives in Villahermosa, Mexico.

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Personal Victory
Our youngest son crashed into our lives with a bang and unexpected medical issues. Some didnt think hed make it. Getting him home meant plenty of tubes
(and bells and whistles) and round-the-clock care. This portrait was taken the day he learned to sit up unaided. He was so proud of himself, but dared not show too
much excitement or his precarious position would have been compromised. Today all that remains of those hardships are his scars and our memories, but I hope
that the strength and determination he exemplified in his first days stick with him for life.
Photographer: Suzanne Upton
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Dear @Pictory:
The doctor said heres baby letter A and 30 seconds later and baby letter B and I nearly fainted.
@luxuryluke
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Brighter Side of Darkness

As a swimmer and underwater photographer, I spent the first few months of my pregnancy planning an underwater self portrait but life doesnt always follow a
plan. Instead I got this photograph of myself bald and oddly happy, wearing a prayer shawl made for me by a local church group of kind strangers. This image
marks the day I was able to stand again. Five months into my pregnancy, debilitating sciatic pain led my husband and I to the ER where I was diagnosed with stage
four Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. I had a tumor wrapping around my sciatic nerve and boring a hole into my pelvic bone. At the same time that the best and lightest
parts of me were growing within me in the form of my son, I fed and nurtured a fetus of my own shadow. These two masses one of light and one of darkness
were side by side, and on November 21, 2005, they were the same size. My chemotherapy treatment began immediately and we were reassured that my son, Finn,
would be just fine. I soon recognized that I had been given a second chance to live right, in that cancer gave me a reason to skip out on the activities I had been a
slave to. From that moment on, my tumor shrank and my son grew. I took a beating that year, but I learned to walk in a new way, and today, mother and son are
both healthy and happy.
Photographer: Heather Perry
Heather is an underwater photographer, swimmer, painter, wife, and mother who lives, works, and dreams in Bath, Maine.
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Gone but not Forgotten

I was a few months pregnant and just starting to get my head around the idea that my partner and I were going to start our own little family when I received a
devastating phone call saying that he had been killed. I was paralyzed with grief when it came time to sort through his belongings, and kept only one thing: his old
army dog tags. I knew that they had been worn close to his heart through some of his best and worst times, and I could feel his spirit in them. I wore his dog tags
throughout my pregnancy and labor, and now they hang over my sons cot where he can touch them everyday and feel a little bit of the father he will never know.
Photographer: Tarnya Hall
I am a single mother to Thomas, the most photographed baby on the planet. We are currently staying with family in Brisbane, Australia, while we find our place in
the world.
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The Few, The Proud

The Marine Corps boot camp graduation ceremony in San Diego was awe-inspiring throughout, but when the troops fell out and ran towards each other at the end,
none of us could catch our breath. It was a beautiful display of love, of change and remembrance, of fear and joy. Here, the new Marines had just been released to
see their families. At that moment, I realized that the tough times I was struggling with didnt matter compared to this bigger picture and became aware of just
how much I loved my brother, even though we had never really gotten along. Six months later I packed up for California in my own move of change and fear and
joy. This picture has served to remind me of a beautiful person in my life who transformed himself for the greater good, and who continues to grow even through
the hardest times.
This image was taken with a Olympus SP-320.
Photographer: Shauna M. Stewart
Im a student of animal science in Los Angeles, CA. I also study photography, creative writing, drawing, and horseback riding.
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For Community and Country

In response to the events of September 11, 2001, I joined a local fire department. Our country was in mourning and I wanted to help in a time of need. In a
culmination of my dreams, my sense of duty, and a calling, I took on this challenging role. During one 4 a.m. call in the middle of winter, we pushed through debris
to try to locate the source of a house fire, with no luck. Our crew backed out to change equipment and plan a new strategy. I was met by my captain, a long-time
friend, and had a quick moment of clarity while he changed out my air bottle. I remember thinking that all the events in my life had brought me to that moment. I
had achieved many of my goals in life, but becoming a firefighter made me whole.
This image was taken with a Canon EOS-1D Mark II.
Photographer: Paula & Rick Labrecque
Paula took this photograph and her husband Rick wrote the caption. They live in North Hatfield, Massachusetts.
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Life Lessons
My father insisted on teaching my 13-year-old son Parker to drive in a big open field with an old Ford truck that he was restoring. I was nervous, but allowed it
because it meant so much to my dad. I learned that my uncle had taught my dad to drive under very similar conditions, shortly before he died in a tragic hunting
accident. A couple of weeks after this photo was taken my dad suffered a mental breakdown, brought on by some combination of medication and emotion. He is
currently in our local hospital but we remain hopeful for his recovery.
Photographer: Laureen Carruthers
I have a small photography business out of my home in Williams Lake, British Columbia.
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The Fighter
Two years before, I met her. One year before, we found out about the cancer. Six months before, she finished the first round of treatment (and posed for this
photo). Three months before, the cancer came back. Four days before her death, we were married. This picture says everything about who my wife was, how she
lived, and how she died: with courage and grace, fighting the whole way.
Photographer: David Reid
Im a software engineer in San Francisco. Sometimes I take some pictures, and if Im lucky they tell stories.
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Peaks and Crashes

Driver Joe Sgro and passenger Nigel Hook lost a shoe and a 20-year-old Rolex but kept their lives in this boat crash in Gteborg, Sweden. These boats are
like Formula One cars on water, and Im convinced those two guys are still counting their blessings for getting out in one piece. When living life in the fast lane,
sometimes you depend on luck and divine touch to continue the activities you love most. I try to live vicariously through those who are insane (or sane?) enough to
really live out their dreams.
Photographer: Christian Ahlqvist
Im an event consultant from Gteborg, Sweden.

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Hand Crafted
Im proud of my dad for being a pilot, and for instilling in me a love for adventure. Im also proud of him for building this plane. By hand. By himself. In his
basement, over nine years. Its an RV-6A airplane: a small, fast, acrobatic experimental aircraft that he flies all over the U.S. He has a giant aeronautical map in his
home office with pins; both of places hed like to fly to and places hes crossed off his list. Among the crossed-off places are Nevada, Oregon, Florida, Tennessee,
Michigan, Oklahoma all far from his home in southeastern Wisconsin. The inspectors who came to check his work throughout the process said it was one of the
most meticulous and perfectly constructed projects theyd ever seen. Thats my dad.
Photographer: Kate Marchewka
Kate Marchewka is a teacher/tutor/office manager/freelance photographer living in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She is always searching out the interesting and beautiful
through her lens.
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Dear @Pictory:
I DONT have a photo of my first ride on a surfboard when I was 9 years old. Still angry at my folks for not getting that.
@blnkpgs
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No Place Like It
This is my Kansas: the Flint Hills, that light, those people. But the road is my Kansas too, telling me its okay to go. I was born in Kansas thirty years ago and never
left for more than a few months at a time. I lived in the same house until I was twenty-two; the same room since I was five. That said, I grew up exploring. We took
long road trips every summer and I saw the mountains, the desert, both oceans and the gulf. Though we toured some of the largest cities in America, nothing ever
beat coming home, driving down I-70 into the rolling hills with the expansive blue sky above us. Sometimes a haze would hang heavy in the air as if the sky had
been sad in our absence. In September, my husband and I moved to Austin, Texas for his job. I didnt want to. But after months of talking and crying and fighting,
we are here. Its been a struggle for me. I miss my Kansas. Thank God that same road tells me I can always come home.
Photographer: Brooke Raymond
Brooke lives in Austin and makes homes.

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Out of Africa
After graduating college, I mustered courage, along with what survival and photo gear I thought necessary, and moved to the African wilderness. I took a job
filming and photographing for a safari company in a remote part of Central Tanzania. I left everyone I knew and most modern amenities for the better part of a
year. My mind quieted, my senses heightened, and my natural rhythms synched with the harsh and beautiful surrounding environment. It was the most alive I had
ever felt. Despite being battered by the sun, ravaged by tsetse flies, bloodied by acacia thorns, hissed at by cobras, choked by dust, and stalked by lions, I woke up
every morning wanting more. Upon coming home, I found myself to be radically changed. I felt misplaced and overwhelmed by the noise, pace, and stress of the
Western life I had since forgotten. I would pore over old journal entries, watch and re-watch video footage, and stare longingly at the photographs I had taken. I
spent many days and nights wishing for a way back, plotting my triumphant return. Like so many before me, I felt homesick for a land far away, missing the harsh
lessons of love given freely and frequently by Mother Africa.
Photographer: Tyler Sharp
Tyler Sharp is a photographer, writer, and artist who has spent the last few years documenting countries and cultures both near and far, in hopes of creating stories
of adventure, spirit, and human triumph.
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Good Grieving
After my father and sister passed away, I felt lost and aimless; but over time, my camera became an outlet for stress and pain. This transition stage between
mourning and renewal was a sort of self-therapy, and I often saw fractures of faces in my photographs. I made this particular photograph as I was beginning to
understand that it can take great tragedy to find pure and absolute truth.
Photographer: Andrew Hara
I am an architectural photographer with a strong interest in abandoned structures.

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Praying for Closure

A week before a long-anticipated trip to Laos, my neighbor committed suicide by jumping off the roof of our 4-story apartment building. He landed 10 feet in front
of me while I was tinkering away in my garage. It was a horrible and violent death, and I felt utterly powerless to help. For days I played this scene in my head like
an endless loop, and felt as if a huge wound had opened inside me. While in Laos, I met a young monk who listened to my story. He suggested I make an offering
to my neighbor, and while I prayed to the Buddha, he chanted in Pali, the Buddhist liturgical tongue. He finished the ceremony by pouring water onto the earth and
tying an orange cotton bracelet onto my wrist. When you are sad, he said, look at this bracelet and it will make you happy again. When I left the temple, I felt
healed and lighter than ever, knowing this chapter was finally closed.
Photographer: Suzanna Shubeck
Suzanna Shubeck is an interactive designer and photographer in San Francisco.

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Scar Tissue
Sitting with a view of orchards and the Sahyadri mountains of western India, I relived the surreal seconds earlier in the year when I was tumbling down a steep wall
of stones, gravel, and dry bushes full of thorns. I had broken my leg very badly during a climb, and was just off the walking stick when I ended up on this trip to
visit a temple. After months of recovery, watching the world pass by while I limped, I needed answers. And then suddenly, all thoughts left my head. Sipping tea,
and looking at my scarred leg and the miles of green ahead, I had an epiphany: I needed to bring myself above the ground, to leave the mundane behind, to climb,
to see as far as I could see. Broken bones were not going to stop me. This is the moment I realized that pain is just discomfort, and fear is voluntary and willed
myself to move on from my first major injury in life.
Photographer: Sukhdev Singh
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Dear @Pictory:
I wish I had an image of my face when my future wife sat down beside me for the first time on Jan 1, 1999, at 12:02 a.m.
@dgavey
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And Then I Knew

In Chinese culture, meeting the family is essentially telling them you want to marry their daughter. I was aware of this before agreeing to visit my girlfriends
family, but still had doubts about my feelings for her. During my stay in China I was lucky enough to meet her grandparents, who have a small house and a large
garden where her grandfather grows some food to sell in the local market. He also takes care of my girlfriends bedridden grandmother. When we arrived at their
house they had just finished a meal that her grandfather had cooked, and my girlfriend asked how the food was. Her grandmother looked down sheepishly and said
it was too salty but she didnt want to tell her husband because he had worked so hard to make it for her. I realized that my girlfriend got her heart from her
grandmother. I realized this was the family I wanted to be a part of. This is the moment I fell in love.
Photographer: Mark Starr
Mark Starr is a freelance photographer and tutor currently living in Yantai, China.
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Contributor Reactions
As Rob Gardiner mentioned, its not easy to share these kinds of stories with the world.
Rob and three others react to the publication of the their most intimate photos.
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I had never written that story down before, and while I left a lot of it unsaid, it kind of helped me to get it out. So I am happy enough to have it published.
Rob Gardiner
Having my photo story accepted into this showcase feels nerve-wracking and validating at the same time. Im exposing myself on many levels but Ive never
known any other way of being in the world. And to see my personal story surrounded by intimate work from other creative people makes me feel like Im in the
right place. Heather Perry
I didnt think about taking the picture, I didnt think Id ever show it to anyone. I didnt think itd be one of only a handful that Id take of her before she was
gone. It was an almost forgotten moment, yet it tells a complex story of love and loss. This is why we take pictures. David Reid
I like to put on a brave face so the thought of countless people seeing a very personal image of me, in pain and grieving, made me feel terribly vulnerable at first.
But it is an honor to be chosen and a privilege to share my story. And lets not forget the value of telling friends there is a naked picture of me on the Internet!
Tarnya Hall
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