From the Admins


Once upon a time I lived in a little white house with my mother, father, four sisters and two brothers. The house was often messy and always noisy.  It stood tall against the abuses of 6 rowdy children, its worn in carpet padded the knees of newly crawling babies and its rickety windows aided and abetted …

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Alright, we’ll admit it, we have been abysmal at updating this site on a regular basis. Abysmal! I’m embarrassed because if there is one thing I dislike it’s a poorly maintained website.  With PhotoGrief it’s somewhat of a chicken or the egg dilemma because in order to share more photos we need more submissions, but …

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While home for the holidays I visited my sister who now lives in my childhood home. One of the first things I did after setting my kids loose to play with their cousins was head up to the attic.  In my lifetime the attic has served many different functions, but currently it is a playroom for …

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Have you ever seen a white bike chained to a fence or signpost on the side of a city street or back county road?  Most likely it was a ghost bike.  Ghost bikes serve as somber memorials for bicyclists who are killed while riding.  Each bike is unique and situated in the place where the biker lost their life.

Litsa and I saw this memorial on the side of Ridge Road in Damascus, Maryland.  According to waymarking.com this ghost bike and loving memorial is maintained in honor of Stan Miller who lost his life to a drunk driver around 7pm on a June night in 2010.

I can honestly say this humble memorial is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.  Do you have a memorial for your loved one?  Have you ever taken a photograph of it?  We’d love for you to share.

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Reading my mother’s treatment journal is a weird experience because I realize I wasn’t really there for any of it.  Physically, I was industriously planning a wedding and a new life two states away. Emotionally, I was living in a world under the swell of sickness, death, and emotion. When I saw the wave coming …

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[photo by Stacey Gilmere] “I didn’t really analyze it. I felt driven to do it.” ~Annie Leibovitz Some people just feel driven, this is the only way I can explain it.  Some people feel driven to photograph a moment because it’s beautiful or awful or anything in between. [photo by Rhonda Novack] Some people feel driven …

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