Somehow I've gone from September to December.
"Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
And these few precious days I"ll spend with you
These precious days I"ll spend with you." K.Weill, M. Anderson
As 2014 dwindles down, I can say it has been a year of transitions, both personally and professionally. It seems that many of my friends and acquaintances are undergoing upheavals and challenges. The world seems as if it is losing its mind. Try to stay centered, my friends. Be true to your SELF. If you can do that, it keeps us all in balance somehow.
This month I have to say a very difficult good-bye to Douglas Nesbitt, artist, photographer and friend, who said goodbye to us on December 1st.
Summer seems like such a long time ago, when Maryah and I sat around with Douglas at his Orlando home in June, celebrating our birthday. It was a great, fun evening; he snapped a series of shots of Girls A& B; he had a real talent for knowing just when to get that moment. He never had time for the waiting game, except for when he was timing that perfect shot. Douglas gave us a beautiful little birthday cake (which we put in the freezer, since I was leaving in the morning). We each had a glass of wine…laughed over the ups and downs of our routine lives. Douglas had been complaining of headaches which he attributed to a chronic neck condition, for which he had scheduled surgery in July. He was looking forward to the operation and being rid of the pain. It was a total shock to him and to all of us when a pre-op. consultation for a routine herniated disc operation turned into a diagnosis of Stage Four brain cancer, which had spread from his lungs. He told my sister, "I've accepted the fact I'm dying, but I'm just not ready." Nobody was.
Douglas' parting has left an enormous void in the Orlando arts scene; his memorial ceremony is being scheduled at Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts: that's how many people will be in attendance. Despite the hundreds of people who will show up to pay their respects, his inner circle was very small. Douglas was a Scorpio-intense and private. Yet, I know that those precious days, those last few and precious days spent with his close friends, were full of love and tenderness.
I have to close with a happy memory of Douglas, the time he came to NYC to take the photos for my CD. He was going to take a shuttle from JFK to Grand Central, then a bus or subway to the Upper West Side. Imagine my total surprise when I witnessed him swinging breezily off of a city bus with all of his equipment- grinning ear to ear…and he was THE ONLY passenger!
His charisma had captured the heart of an off-duty bus driver who had given him a free ride from Grand Central to West 70th Street. Amazing. Shine on, my friend. MWAH!
Until Next Time xoxox