Caryn's Page

Caryn's gone now.   I guess I'm learning more about people on doomed trajectories. 

She was beautiful, had an incredible range of interests, was accomplished in many areas of life -- and was a great cook, too.  In the 1970s-1980s she was Director of the Monterey Peninsula Film Society,  a poet, a published author, singer & musician (she had a hit record in the 60's as half of "Stormy & Gabrielle"), photographer, orchid & cactus grower, Jaguar XK-150 owner, and more.  No wonder she kept my interest for decades.
 
Here's Caryn just back from Tahiti...  Tanned and gorgeous, glowing from the tropical sun.

 
From Caryn's website...

I have many names in the mist and fog bound lands.  I am known as Caryn or the wild Lily to others, a romantic who has lost her faith, a seeker of all knowledge and truth...  Found on the high tor gazing over the meadows and moors... Gemini sometimes, by a river in California, writer, poet, lover of film and literature, empath/clairvoyant/psychic, the faerie host... Robin the hooded man and Venizia whisper to me, and warm waters of Sumatra and islands... A dream walker and weaver, metaphysical art, antiques, laughter 
Black Adderized, botanist, photographer, silversmith, environmentalist 
old cars and clothes... Willing the stars to not benight me in the day, ruined castles, ghost towns, a loner to the end... Forever hunting the black rose and the oak, grove tangled hair on pillows and garlands of lilac between dimen- sions, alterer of time.

 
All the time we were together she had a vague romantic yearning for a tragic life; seeking some dark fate out of a Victorian novel. 

That goal she achieved.  Caryn passed away on the night of 1-1-03 from natural causes.  I miss her terribly and I'll always love her.

 
One of Caryn's poems:

Orange, bending over a lake 

                                        Skirt held and shaking 
                                          Waiting for night 
                                      Weeds shudder, wind goes 
                                         Thru empty curtains 
                                        Hold fast the koi moon 
                                       To a still heart that glows 
                                         Down with the fish 
                                          To recover one 
                                             Beaming 
                                         In my arms waiting 
                                         The crescent is host 
                                      Come with me, farther now 
                                         Follow the lanterns 
                                        Of fireflies and satin 
                                        The path of the ghosts 
                                        Let them emcompass 
                                       The stars and the desert 
                                         Let them encounter 
                                           What I desire 
                                             most... 

                                       Koi Moons...C.B.E., 1998

 
An out-of-body experience?  Or is this odd photo effect an omen of some kind?

Link to a beautiful & heartfelt MEMORIAL PAGE for Caryn.

Link to "Monterey County Herald" obituary for Caryn.

More Caryn photos.
 

 

 
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