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Another barn find, a 1931 Chevrolet, at the Big M, basking in the rising full moon. Dozens of other images and more info on the Big M set page.
Night, 2 minute exposure. Natural flashlight and red-gelled strobe.
Reprocessed and replaced, June, 2025.
Olympus OM-1, expired Centuria DNP 400
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If you have depressions people will tell you to smile and laugh more to heal. I tell you something.
This will not really work.
But here you go.. here is my smile for you !!!
(engl.: Barbed Wire depression)
Der Zaun. Er trennt das eine von dem anderen - verhindert das man weiterkommt. Er erstreckt sich entlang unserer Wege und führt uns so um seinen Schatz - den Ort, den niemand soll betreten, der nicht dazu bestimmt sei.
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The fence. It separates one from the other - prevents you from progressing. It extends along our paths and thus leads us to his treasure - the place that no one should enter who was not intended.
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This image is probably one of the most personal, and visually meaningful, images I've ever posted.
A perfect storm of stress, depression, illness and a severe lack of sleep over a period of several weeks culminated in putting my head into one of the scariest places it's ever been in, and appropriately enough whilst on a 3 day holiday sabbatical in the mountains of Snowdonia last week. They were 3 days I hope I never have to experience the like of which again. The sense of isolation, of disjointedness from the world around me, of not even being sure who I was anymore was emotionally and mentally excruciating. The nights were the worst, unable to sleep I experienced the full depth of myself while at the same time feeling so terrifyingly distant from everything in existence. Identity and reality fractured, insanity beckoned…
Strangely enough, as much as it scared me, it was finding my depth that was my saviour, that and the love of a woman who reached down into my personal hell, gently pulled me out and helped me see the light again, inner and outer. If she hadn't been there to listen to my ramblings, my fears, and to comfort me in the darkest moments, I dread to think what the consequences for my mental health would have been.
I've thought long and hard about revealing such a personal experience here on flickr, but ultimately I'm willingly to do so if it helps just one person going through something similar to take a risk and reach out and talk to someone they trust implicitly, and maybe you who read this with a sound mind could extend a hand to someone who you know is going through their own personal hell and be the spar they cling onto in their storm tossed ocean, and slowly but surely carry them back to the safety of the shore. Don't worry, you don't have to come up with answers to their issues, it's enough to lend an ear to their fears. I tried to deal it with by myself but badly crashed and burned. I kept quiet because of pride, fear and the belief that no one could help me. They can. Find that person you trust, and talk, talk like there's no tomorrow, don't leave it until you're hanging on by your fingernails like I did.
Everything is ugly when you're depressed. Depression kills. I've decided to lend a hand, going back into advocacy for the mentally ill. I'm starting today.
Living in the crazy world of depression.
I have always believed that an artist's work was a mirror for the world. To help us all work out the truth of things, with visual statements made that could be cuddled or destroyed..
The Artist, the philosopher bares it all, for all to see. In the process they run the risk of seeing too much.
Fort Lauderdale is a city in the U.S. state of Florida, 25 miles (40 km) north of Miami. It is the county seat of Broward County. As of the 2019 census, the city has an estimated population of 182,437. Fort Lauderdale is a principal city of the Miami metropolitan area, which was home to an estimated 6,198,782 people in 2018.
The city is a popular tourist destination, with an average year-round temperature of 75.5 °F (24.2 °C) and 3,000 hours of sunshine per year. Greater Fort Lauderdale which takes in all of Broward County hosted 12 million visitors in 2012, including 2.8 million international visitors. The city and county in 2012 collected $43.9 million from the 5% hotel tax it charges, after hotels in the area recorded an occupancy rate for the year of 72.7 percent and an average daily rate of $114.48. The district has 561 hotels and motels comprising nearly 35,000 rooms. Forty six cruise ships sailed from Port Everglades in 2012. Greater Fort Lauderdale has over 4,000 restaurants, 63 golf courses, 12 shopping malls, 16 museums, 132 nightclubs, 278 parkland campsites, and 100 marinas housing 45,000 resident yachts.
Fort Lauderdale is named after a series of forts built by the United States during the Second Seminole War. The forts took their name from Major William Lauderdale (1782–1838), younger brother of Lieutenant Colonel James Lauderdale. William Lauderdale was the commander of the detachment of soldiers who built the first fort. However, development of the city did not begin until 50 years after the forts were abandoned at the end of the conflict. Three forts named "Fort Lauderdale" were constructed; the first was at the fork of the New River, the second at Tarpon Bend on the New River between the Colee Hammock and Rio Vista neighborhoods, and the third near the site of the Bahia Mar Marina.
The area in which the city of Fort Lauderdale would later be founded was inhabited for more than two thousand years by the Tequesta Indians. Contact with Spanish explorers in the 16th century proved disastrous for the Tequesta, as the Europeans unwittingly brought with them diseases, such as smallpox, to which the native populations possessed no resistance. For the Tequesta, disease, coupled with continuing conflict with their Calusa neighbors, contributed greatly to their decline over the next two centuries. By 1763, there were only a few Tequesta left in Florida, and most of them were evacuated to Cuba when the Spanish ceded Florida to the British in 1763, under the terms of the Treaty of Paris (1763), which ended the Seven Years' War. Although control of the area changed between Spain, United Kingdom, the United States, and the Confederate States of America, it remained largely undeveloped until the 20th century.
The Fort Lauderdale area was known as the "New River Settlement" before the 20th century. In the 1830s there were approximately 70 settlers living along the New River. William Cooley, the local Justice of the Peace, was a farmer and wrecker, who traded with the Seminole Indians. On January 6, 1836, while Cooley was leading an attempt to salvage a wrecked ship, a band of Seminoles attacked his farm, killing his wife and children, and the children's tutor. The other farms in the settlement were not attacked, but all the white residents in the area abandoned the settlement, fleeing first to the Cape Florida Lighthouse on Key Biscayne, and then to Key West.
The first United States stockade named Fort Lauderdale was built in 1838, and subsequently was a site of fighting during the Second Seminole War. The fort was abandoned in 1842, after the end of the war, and the area remained virtually unpopulated until the 1890s. It was not until Frank Stranahan arrived in the area in 1893 to operate a ferry across the New River, and the Florida East Coast Railroad's completion of a route through the area in 1896, that any organized development began. The city was incorporated in 1911, and in 1915 was designated the county seat of newly formed Broward County.
Fort Lauderdale's first major development began in the 1920s, during the Florida land boom of the 1920s. The 1926 Miami Hurricane and the Great Depression of the 1930s caused a great deal of economic dislocation. In July 1935, an African-American man named Rubin Stacy was accused of robbing a white woman at knife point. He was arrested and being transported to a Miami jail when police were run off the road by a mob. A group of 100 white men proceeded to hang Stacy from a tree near the scene of his alleged robbery. His body was riddled with some twenty bullets. The murder was subsequently used by the press in Nazi Germany to discredit US critiques of its own persecution of Jews, Communists, and Catholics.
When World War II began, Fort Lauderdale became a major US base, with a Naval Air Station to train pilots, radar operators, and fire control operators. A Coast Guard base at Port Everglades was also established.
On July 4, 1961 African Americans started a series of protests, wade-ins, at beaches that were off-limits to them, to protest "the failure of the county to build a road to the Negro beach". On July 11, 1962 a verdict by Ted Cabot went against the city's policy of racial segregation of public beaches.
Today, Fort Lauderdale is a major yachting center, one of the nation's largest tourist destinations, and the center of a metropolitan division with 1.8 million people.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Lauderdale,_Florida
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23/52
the ever-present pain in my chest has been replaced by an emptiness I'm not sure will be filled.
it seems as if the world is spinning fast and I am moving in slow motion.
my eyes have lost the light that you gave them and my body drags about, searching for the memory of what it's like to feel.
I am nothing but a hollow shell of the person you and I once knew,
merely existing with nothing to hold but the vague, quickly fading hope of a way out of this darkness.
Depression
I am a week late in posting this, but here is my fourth photo in my collab with Grace of the five stages of grief. Originally I wanted this entire series of photos to be faceless and speak through body language, angles, processing, etc., but for this one I just couldn't get the mood accross as well without using my face. I am happy with the way this turned out.
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i really can't explain how i feel. there's too much at once; sadness, helplessness, hopelessness, lost, useless, anxiety, confusion... it's all trying to come out at once and it takes me everything not to just lose it on a daily basis. the smallest things will upset or set me off. the only way i can tell you how i feel is with a photo.
Cuthand is fascinated by medicine, disease and our body systems. Her past work has beautifully represented the horrifying viruses that arrived through the trade routes – the same trade routes that introduced glass beads – and decimated Indigenous populations. Here she presents a series of intricately beaded reproduction of MRI scans evoking the brains of people dealing with trauma, anxiety, depression and other illnesses. Cuthand’s series gives voice to issues of Indigenous mental health and illustrate the physical aspect of illness.
Off the shores of the Carolina's sits a grouping of heavy rain and thunderstorms. All seems somewhat normal, but the seas will turn a bit angrier, as the storm slowly churns and gains more strength, possibly being billed as a Tropical Depression or weak hurricane later on in the weekend. But as of now, the system has yet to be anything more than a Tropical Depression.
July 5th, 2018
I took this photo several years ago and just re-worked it. I am calling it "misfortune".
“The pupil dilates in darkness
and in the end finds light,
just as the soul dilates in misfortune
and in the end finds God.”
- Victor Hugo
(Les Misérables)
Somebody get Shinobu some more donuts! She's breaking my heart!
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Created for the Toy Sunday theme, DEPRESSION.
I don't have any quotes or poems for this one. I've been dealt a rather shitty hand these past few weeks and I wanted to express the feeling via a photo, or somehow creatively.
Item Credits:
[Vale Koer]
[Substructure]
Depression is genetic, a daily struggle to live with.
Today I leave the past in the past and try to live in the now. For a while I tried to bury “Honest” The side of me that says it like it is. Honest is strong yet is still human with strong moments of emotional highs and lows. Today I stand back strong stepping on the lies and grief that time brought my way. I believe strength came to me through Allah first and foremost and then through true friends and family; the ones who have been there through thick and thin. I faced the emotions head on, however tough it was, it was time to face them rather than leaving them to take control.
An Artist must make art like they have to breathe; this has never been as true for me as it is now. Today I take the emotions out of my pores and embed them in this photograph where they will live forever out of my skin.
Hello old friends...