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The girl, on the shore of the Baltic Sea, is like a grain of sand in this vast world. All gone, but she stands alone, despite the cold. Perhaps she wants to hear something in this silent silence ...
Девочка, на берегу Балтийского моря, как песчинка в этом огромном мире. Все ушли, а она стоит одна, несмотря на холод. Быть может она хочет что-то услышать в этой безмолвной тишине...
Day 128: Taken Sunday evening, before bed. I was completely drained. I drove 3 hours Sunday morning to make it to a noon dinner with my brothers and grandparents. It was good to see everyone, I was very glad I went. In the last few weeks, I've really realized how angry I still am over my mother's death. Some of you probably think I'm beating a dead horse with all my "oh poor me, my mom died and I still needed her" rambling, but oh well...this project has been a real outlet for me and I don't really want to stop for any reason. Since she's been gone, I've found it very hard to confide how I'm really feeling to anyone. She never judged me, just listened and sympathized when I needed it and told me to pull my head out of my ass when I needed it. I miss her so much.
The Hilton Chicago is a large centrally-located luxury hotel in Chicago, Illinois, United States. The hotel is a Chicago landmark that overlooks Grant Park, Lake Michigan, and the Museum Campus. It is the third-largest hotel in Chicago by number of guest rooms; however, it has the largest total meeting and event space of any Chicago hotel. The hotel has housed every president of the United States since its opening in 1927.
The Stevens Hotel
The hotel, designed in the Beaux-Arts architecture style, originally opened on May 2, 1927 as the Stevens Hotel, across Balbo Street from the older Blackstone Hotel. At the time, the Stevens was the largest hotel in the world] The hotel was developed by James W. Stevens, his son Ernest, and their family who ran the Illinois Life Insurance Company and owned the Hotel La Salle; James and Ernest Stevens are the grandfather and father, respectively, of former Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens. The Stevens featured 3,000 guest rooms, cost approximately $30 million to construct (more than ten times the cost of Yankee Stadium only few years earlier), and boasted of a virtual "City Within a City". The Stevens housed its own bowling alley, barber shop, rooftop miniature golf course (the "High-Ho Club"), movie theater, ice cream shop, and drug store. The first registered guest was Vice President Charles G. Dawes.
The Great Depression ruined the Stevens family, and the State of Illinois charged the hotel's owners with financial corruption. As with four out of five American hotels during the Great Depression, the Stevens Hotel went bankrupt
Just about a year ago this time I was diagnosed with major depression. It wasn't a diagnosis that came as a surprise to me, however. The past 5 years have been sort of a gut punch to so many good things I'd perceived about our world. It knocked the creative breath out of me and any desire I'd had to make new work just disappeared pretty much in an instant. Any attempts I forced myself to make fell short and I found myself avoiding all of it. I can tell you there were times it left me feeling hollow, and I can only guess that is when the depression really dug in. Over the past year it got worse before it got better, and I sank to a depth I didn't know existed. I knew something had to change in the way I was coping with things. Reluctantly I admitted to myself that I had a lot of work on myself ahead of me. So, now I'm finally doing the work I've known I've needed to do for years and it has led me back to a renewed since of purpose in creating. This is the first piece I have completed in 4 years. I've tried to think of these past few years as a pause, even though I was a bit worried it was more than that. It has made me feel unmoored. Last summer when I was talking to a friend about this block, she wisely told me to just create. Anything. The point was to keep exploring and playing and see where it led. Even though it wasn't the work I wanted to be making, it still felt good to experiment. It also felt like it could possibly lend to my true sense of art in unexpected ways. Gradually, it worked. As my curiosity for other ways of working has grown, so has the desire to get out and shoot again. I am seeing beauty all around me and I can see my place in that again. This piece represents that fight to me because that hollow place was the worst confinement I've known in my life. I am proud to say that I am still fighting and still pulling myself out of that dark place. It's something I can never take for granted.
While these past 4 years has been a painful space to occupy, it was also a waiting space, a threshold. I was not completely lost, but I was not yet found either. I guess I've been waiting for the moment when the spark would return and ignite the flame once more.
Don't feel nothing
But still know you're hurting
Feel your emotion fade
Everything turns stark and gray
The clouds gather blocking out the light
Trying to hold on, losing the fight
Each day it feels the same
Struggling to get up you feel lame
Dull and broke
You feel alone
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 !!!
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.
(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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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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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.
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 am sorry to those of you who are tired of seeing these types of things coming from me. BUT its my only outlet right now and making them some how keeps me busy..keeps me from goin insane or doing something else.
Somebody get Shinobu some more donuts! She's breaking my heart!
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Created for the Toy Sunday theme, DEPRESSION.
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)