I am on the front lines of my own universe. It's just that I never know that until after the years pass. I have a tendency for writing dissertation length comments on a photo if it had a significant impact on me, and often this is something that evokes a personal memory, either nostalgic or a sudden illumination of my own patterns, what caused them. I have been in a few humbling experiences in the last dozen years, and I am so amazed at the littlest bit of beauty and tenacity in my own perspective now, from spiders to sunrise. I gave up being a professional music career when I had a stroke 2005 and I do lots of non serious artist art to keep sane. I am a recovering addict as of 21 October 2007 and I have seen the scythe of this disease in many forms stalk and claim many people who are dear to me. But I don't stop fighting. My gift is I never forget. My curse? I remember everything. ♡~♡

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Under "Occupation" I almost added "formerly relevant musician" becaise that was my career, it was nearly my identity for 20 YEARS, a little pianist songwriter who toured the world selling CDs, singing stories. After having a stroke, I stopped. I felt like I stopped, too, not just what I did but who I was. But then, I let my camera tell stories when I couldn't. Now I clumsily navigate between the two, making sense of whatever I can as I I go along. I post photos of my amateur art often. My Flickr page is a visual blog and hodgepodge. I don't pretend to be skilled whatsoever. It's merely notes from my life on Earth. But I hope you will find something you like in it.