Have you ever looked at an elderly person’s face and it seemed to express and capture something from the soul? Looking at the picture above, a lady is wearing a scarf on her head. It is almost as if the way she wears the covering on her head is representative of her resilience. According to the Oxford reference dictionary elderly is defines as “somewhat old, a person pass middle age.”
The elderly often have an intensity on their face that transports you into their world. To me it as if I would like to sit and relax as they recollect on their childhood memories and reveal their stories of survival, Compatriot Journalist Rose Willock once said “the elderly tells us how to get on with and deal with adversities [of life and] teaches us to celebrate what is good and true about us a people” For me the elderly represent refinement and are crucibles of our past.
Painted washes
Close up
Far off
Strong Bold
The images; life and work
Illuminates like a red light bulb
Scaled up
A chronicled history
Woven into my world
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Susan Koster
Have you ever looked at an elderly person’s face and it seemed to express and capture something from your soul? Looking at the picture above, a lady is wearing a scarf on her head. It is almost as if the way she wears the covering on her head is representative of her resilience. According to the Oxford reference dictionary elderly is defined as “somewhat old, a person pass middle age.”
The elderly often have an intensity on their face that transports you into their world. To me it is as if I would like to sit and relax as they recollect their childhood memories and reveal their stories of survival. Compatriot Journalist Rose Willock once said “the elderly tells us how to get on with and deal with adversities [of life and] teaches us to celebrate what is good and true about us a people.” For me the elderly represent refinement and are crucibles of our past.
Painted washes
Close up
Far off
Gives certain poise
Strong, Bold
The images; life and work
Illuminates like a red light bulb
Scaled up
A chronicled history
Woven into my world
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Poem by Brenda L. McCartney
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