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"Don’t tell me not to complain about my money and fame
When you come around me telling me I’ve changed
Damn, right I’ve fucking changed.."
A glorious but blustery, cold day, with bit of a dusting, on the backroads of Centre Wellington, Ontario.
PLEASE: Do not post any comment graphics.
Though it is sunny & bright and the cat perch is slightly tilted Sundance is not hindered from soundly napping in his most favorite spot.
Happy Caturday!
11/15/2020 - Thanks for adding this photo to "Explore", the invitation to "In Explore" and the many comments and favorites.
An almost mature Canada Goose Gosling poses against the green background for a portrait photograph. Most of the first goslings I photographed are almost now fully mature such as this one here.
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty! John Muir
Prints available at www.mckendrickphotography.com
These bare branches are outlined against the fiery skies. A montage of 2 shots in post processing. HMM:))
This beautiful pink rose bloom was defying the weather and the Winter season and was still blooming. It's beauty was enhanced by the raindrops on the petals.
与謝野晶子（Yosano Akiko、１８７８－１９４２）
Her poet、”君死にたまふことなかれ”was her song when her brother was called up to Russo-Japanese War at 1904, produced by her husband,Tekkan.
the following is Arthar Binard translation.
I call you, brother
don't you dare lay down your life.
You, the youngest child in our family,
thus cherished all the more-
Mother and father didn't educate you.......
bring you up to the age of 24, so that you couldn't kill or be killed yourself.
.........
Although Japan pushed to War until the defeat of World War second.
I took this photo 3 years ago in Oslo. the reason I'm reposting today has obviously to do with the title I gave it now.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.