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

My brother doesn’t have Instagram, works at a facility helping others overcome addiction, lives in a cabin on top of a mountain, and creates beauty from old barn wood or branches he finds while hiking. Spending the weekend with him helped me realize how using your finite energy & time to truly connect rather than being connected makes a happier, peace-full person. I’m be no means de-gridding myself, but it was a necessary reminder to be aware of the influences shaping and determining how I live my life and how, in the end, I have a choice.
Same ol’ story, blessing and a curse, uncurated unsponsored observations being plopped down for everyone or no one to see. Let’s explore love, authenticity, and connection with each other before it’s too late.

For once, my mind stopped racing long enough for to hear wind, crickets, my beating heart, and my brother telling me the history of the land. And I felt good and peaceful and connected, knowing full well life can lurch and groan to every opposite direction in a singular moment. But in this moment, we were survivors and we were momentarily on top of the world.
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(📷 by Nathan Gazaway)

Brother: “Where do you want to go?” .
Me: “Somewhere tall.”

Decided to skip town and hang with my baby brother at his cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Funny how sometimes you don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath til backroads slow your pace and you gradually begin to open back up and fill your lungs again.
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#thegazawayway

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.

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