About: Words


These poems, discovered after her death, offer insight into Gay's photography and how she understood her life and her work.

Welcome to My World demonstrates her deep affection for the subjects she photographed. It is also like a huge "where's Waldo game", in the sense that each line references one and sometimes two different pictures -- a delight to those who know her pictures.

In Artist Statement Gay moves our attention away from the techniques of her photography back to her amazing subjects.


I travel the world stealing images
hidden in pixels or rolls,
seeing sights unseen by others,
Viewed through rectangular holes.

Life spent in a valley of creeks and cliffs
filled with motion and light,
witnessing animals confronting each other
panning birds in their flight.

Strong and meek jostle for dominance,
as turtles mate hidden by ferns,
butterfly spins in a spiders net.
sad and pleasing by human terms

Oceans pounding, a farmers pride,
mist hiding birds from hunters sight,
Wild trees bloom in fields of color,
Sounds and emotions at my fingertips.

Horses run in a swirl of white
my heart racing beside them,
hoping I captured this vision
yet pleased to share their delight

I watch as fox drink from a pond
ignoring uncatchable prey.
Wise as a fox, a common saying,
why waste energy late in the day.

A toad and I, eye to eye
shaded by the shadows,
Snail surprised to see us there
raises head to sense the scene.

So welcome to my world
as seen through my lens,
As different from your world
As mine is from yours.


Don't ask the photographer, "How did you do it?"
Instead ask a bird, "How do you do it?"
Ask for the secret of lifting in air,
how to fly, or to warble

Ask horses in snow covered grass,
why run so happily late in the day.
While I the photographer gasp in amazement,
frozen and rooted unable to match,
the wonders these animals perform everyday.

October 2006

Like milkweed seeds blow off on a windy day
So our old friends disappear,
Leaving the stem to stand alone
hoping a few will remain

Sometimes a few hang on
cuddling together, forming a shield,
a fluffy blanket of friends,
determined to hang together.

Let's make a pact to hang on tightly
clinging with our gauzy arms,
built of countless memeories
together to brave the storm.



Gay had wonderful friends, women and men of all ages and types. She reveled in their differences and her chance to see the world from their point of view. When she was ready to be social, she loved one-on-one time with people and each of us knew or touched a different part of her, and ourselves, when we were with her.

At her memorial service we asked for "stories" of Gay and we share them here with permission.

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-Go for anything you want. But be realistic
-Make yourself happy. You can't make anyone else happy unless you are happy
-Respect, love, appreciate, truly see and communicate with Nature
-Say what you mean and mean what you say. But don't just talk to hear your own voice. Listen too- and I mean REALLY listen.
-Stand up for what you believe in, but don't dilute it with petty personal judgments
-How to garden
-Placing a rock in the right place in a garden can make a successful, fulfilled day.
-When you have a friend, make that a special personal private place just between the two of you and honor it as the gift it is.
-Conquer your fears
-See the beauty of what is right in front of you and quit looking around the corner for something better
-That the best place on Earth to be is with yourself. Anything else is icing on the cake.
-There is joy everywhere if you look for it and recognize it. Joy in single flower and joy in an entire forest.
-Whining does not help nor is it productive
-Keep learning everyday. There is always room to grow
-Have an open mind, but know wrong when you see it, research the issue and speak out with knowledge and confidence.
-If you don't like the path you are on- GET OFF! Change paths.
-Wear bright colors

FOR GAY - By Libby Gill, September 22, 2002

In the beinning... there was love.

Life partners joined hands linking them forever in fresh new love.

The hands of an artist and the hands of a healer became one.

The compassionate healer's sensitive hands turned to art, skillfully creating masterful woodworking and frames for photos made by his beloved.

The healer's twinkling blue eyes, ready warm smile, and humble demeanor revealed a generous spirit, inviting friendship.

The healer had a lap just right for children, and a story to tell on the tip of his tongue. He had strong arms to embrace his treasure of endearment.

The artist planted gardens and created splendid images to brighten the days of untold numbers. Together the artist and the healer lived in their peaceful world, midst a bower of flowers, of woods, streams, and rocks, friendly animals and colorful birds.

The gifted photographer cared for her beloved with healing hands.

The artist's steadfast love and compassionate heart comforted her cherished partner.

The healer saved a special last gift for the one dearest to his heart.

Together the healer and the artist discovered the answer to the puzzle of life.

In the end... love prevails.