Saturday, December 15, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

The bottom is sound and all will be well...

Valentino Pier, Red Hook Brooklyn NYC
(c)Megan Greenlee Photography
When sorrow comes, let us accept it simply, as part of life. Let the heart be open to pain; let it be stretched by it. All the evidence we have says that is the better way. An open heart never grows bitter. Or if it does, it cannot remain so. In the desolate hour, there is an outcry; a clenching of the hands upon emptiness; a burning pain of bereavement, a weary ache of loss. But anguish, like ecstasy, is not forever, there comes a gentleness, a returning quietness, a restoring stillness. This, too, is a door to life. Here, also, is a deepening of meaning--and it can lead to dedication; a going forward to the triumph of the soul, the conquering of the wilderness. And in the process will come a deepening inward knowledge that in the final reckoning, all is well.
(A. Powell Davies)

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Sandy Nights

Peace and prayers to those affected by Sandy.
Manhattan Skyline
Manhattan Skyline w/Red Hook flooding

Manhattan vs. Brooklyn Skyline

Some Brooklyn lights still working

Local Jalopy's amazing involvement:

Manhattan Skyline Juxtaposed against Brooklyn's

Vanished Manhattan Skyline

Sandy skies & missing signs

Sandy Skies

Some helpful souls

Battery no Tunnel

Red Hook Sklyine lights out

Sandy Skies and still tunnels

Missing Building and leaves behind my studio

Another car & tree combo

Manhattan's skyline and still streets
(C)Megan Greenlee Photography all imagery

NYC's Manhattan Skyline fallen along with trees, rooftops, floods, and some civilization--yet all pales to the bigger forrest of life when human life has fallen.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Imagery light down under

(C)Megan Greenlee Photography
Have you ever tried scuba diving? 

Well for those that have, I was just reminded of a photo memory of diving under the sea with a camera. The Great Barrier Reef is a special place on this planet and I am grateful for the experience I once had there. I hope we continue to take care of that part of the world for those that have the opportunity to see it and all exist here together on this planet so this magnificent place may still breath.

Anyway, I recall going on a specific dive called a "reef current" dive. Experienced divers had informed me to try to “let go” on this specific type of dive and experience the current and beauty and calm of the sea from down below. I thought it might be a good idea to bring an "underwater" camera. Pretty distracting at times, but also quite powerful with what I am trying to share.

So the dive began and I submerged under water and was lead by the leader of our group to the beginning of the current area through the reef’s underwater tunnel. I had no idea that once one was inside a reef dive you literally get pushed along with the current. For some reason, I think I may have been the last of the divers to go and I was all alone. I was being conscious, or perhaps neurotic, about my breathing as I was not an experienced diver with that type of dive, or diving in dark seas in general. All sorts of fish and pretty distractions kept whizzing by as I shot down that underwater tunnel. Beauty speeding by so fast, similar to the stories revealed to me by brides and grooms about their wedding day pace reflections--deep in the bliss and faster beyond their control submerged inside the sea of friends and family.

However, on this specific dive I actually encountered my first school of sharks I had ever seen diving. These creatures… they fascinated me. My first instinct was intrigue. But, my brain said to me, “I think you are supposed to be scared.” Yet my instincts showed me not to show fear. So, I pulled out my dinky underwater camera, looked directly into the eyes of one of the sharks (while maintaining my distance), and flashed a quick picture! The current then picked-up and I glided along next to these creatures just trying to go with the flow. We were all forced by nature’s push down that underwater tunnel and I had no other choice but to surrender. This dive was beyond my control. I noticed we were all floating together--a blur of submerged tranquil noise whizzing down that tunnel. The pretty fish, colorful corals, and those sharks all together--pretty peacefully, actually. And, for some reason beyond my control, I made it out of the reef current first. I thought, “did I just see what I think I just saw?” Puzzled, I looked around and noticed that those sharks were now nowhere to be seen. I emerged above that sea and swam back to our ship at sea. I got back onto that boat and said to my fellow divers, “that was an amazing dive!” Those reef current dives… they really just take you down their own path, don’t they?

Recently, I found that roll of film from that dive. It was pretty blurry. But, my memory of that current and its creatures remains vivid. Funny creatures, those sharks... to out swim.

Monday, August 27, 2012


E.E. Cummings:

when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a tree fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing a rose shall beget the spring that maidens whom passion wastes will lay between their little breasts my strong fingers beneath the snow into strenuous birds shall go my love walking in the grass their wings will touch with her face and all the while shall my heart be with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

(C)Megan Greenlee Photography

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Winter Blue Hues

"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

2 Cornithians 4: 17-18

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Film is sticking around...

Love all the couples this wedding season that also want some film on their wedding days. So beautiful for documentation and artistry of the wedding day; along with the final wedding album. Many of the images on my wedding photography website were photographed using film: