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kate gazaway  Photographer. Vagabond. Baker on most days. Founder & educator @PictureChange. Based in Nashville,TN but I get around.

Life is lived between roots and wings. Both grateful and anxious for this time to slow down and be planted for a bit before taking off again. .
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Summer fade. Meeting our bugbite and sunset quota before the cold sets in and the sun disappears after lunch time.

Ready for this oh so soon.

“I can’t believe it’s been _____ days, weeks, years since they’ve gone.” Time inevitably moves on, but certain days are carved vividly, tragically, painfully in your memory when someone who impacted your life decided to end their own. .
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It’s #worldsuicidepreventionday and National Suicide Prevention Week and I can’t help but be taken back to when I lost my friend not so long ago. It was a week of shock, tears, so much alcohol, reconciliation, confusion, and reluctant laughter followed by more tears as we recounted story after story of our friend who left us. .
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I ran our last few conversations over and over in my mind, wracking my brain for something I could’ve done differently or more of instead. Maybe it’s one smile, word, or post that changes things. Maybe it’s opening our eyes a little wider, asking tough questions, and venturing further into the unexplored depths empathy we may avoid for fear of discomfort.
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Fear. Fear only gets as much power as we give it. .
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It’s not too late. In the suffocating dark, there is hope. There is abundant light and a way through. It’s not over.
You are incredible, important, and loved. #TomorrowNeedsYou. .
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. If you are struggling, call the Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 or text @crisistextline at 741741. .
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(Comfort and Loss in the days following October 15, 2015)

My coffee is truly bringing me life this morning 🙌🏽 #wakemeupinside

My fair funnel cake.
Had a big night out at the Dickson County Fair, complete with a goat show, beauty pageant, heart-stopping culinary delights, and demolition derby in the rain. Yeehaw, y’all. .
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(📷 by @bethanyjbauman )

Today I met a woman who was born almost completely deaf. She speaks with a charming southern drawl and expertly reads lips, yet she told me she has never heard a bird sing. However, she FEELS so many other frequencies that our bodies wouldn’t register.

And now I’m lying in bed thinking how sad a bird-less soundscape would be, but how shallow my depth of feeling is in the grand scheme of things. What besides dramatic events would resound within me? What do someone else’s subtle laugh or lung-shuddering sobs truly feel like?
I’ve resigned myself to mystery, but that lust for experience is a bit more difficult, as you can’t truly have one without sacrificing another.
Ah well. I’m drifting off to the a symphony of crickets, my house creaking and breathing around me, and the ocean-wave-infrequency of cars going by on the highway. I feel wrapped gratitude. It is enough.

I thought good and hard about the implications of another sunrise adventure breakfast as I lingered in that hazy layer of dream and awake. Then I turned over, pulled the covers above my head, and shushed all the “But what if...?!?” voices in my conscience with the justification of, “If the world ends tomorrow, at least I’ll be well rested.” Today I am boring and practical, yet if I continue to wake up every morning for the next few weeks, I assured the beauty-seeking and restless part of me that I owe myself a sunrise adventure breakfast very soon. It’s only a matter of time.

The night suddenly took a turn as she started deep diving into nostalgia. She was no longer here, she was everywhere else and someone else entirely. She was the girl on the bridge, the blister-footed mystery with insatiable eyes who still feels like a familiar stranger to this day.
Oh, she was in it all right. The smell of bacon wafting up from downstairs brought her back to this desk, to this place, to this muggy Tennessee night she had left all of those years and seconds ago. It’s been threatening to storm all day, why won’t it tonight? The air was thick and restless with memory and promises unfulfilled. It was steeped in nostalgia, but she had drank enough of that cup.
Sip your tea, close your computer, and pack the papers away. Today probably won’t register in memory, it was painfully average. But then again, there’s always hope for tomorrow.
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(📷 by #getinstagrammathilde. Venice, Italy. 2016)

Did I float? Yes.

Did I have a conference call, write project proposals, and respond to emails for 2 hours from my blanket in the sand?
Also yes.
Freelancing: Work from Anywhere/ Work Everywhere.

Bless the bad days that make the good days sweeter; the days you can’t get out of bed because pain in your head, heart, or limbs. For when you do, you walk with purpose, love with totality, and remember when it all felt impossible for now every waking hour is a miracle. Breath in your lungs, wind in your hair, and sunshine silk on your skin. Bless the valleys because, without them, the mountaintops would just be any other mediocre plateau. Bless the failure so we understand success. Bless the days which add up and therefore count down. Bless the despair so we languish in delight, grabbing hold of it with loose hands and open hearts because we’ve learned how to treasure the temporary in light of the eternal. Bless it all, we’ll be OK.

“I’d just want to know that I did right by my family.” - #grandmagraciekate
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Talking about death seems to come up as naturally as “What did you have for breakfast?” these days.

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