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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...

The ultimate insult, or the confessions of a playboy bunny.

Detail of Georgian Bay, Lake Huron, in Bruce Peninsula National Park.

 

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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.

I haven’t felt much like posting on Flickr. My brain has been dealing with too much for too many years. I have been diagnosed with Major Depression, PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, and Alcohol Abuse Disorder. In my life I have always been playing catch-up and trying to keep up. I am never ahead. I couldn’t take it any longer and went into an in-patient facility for 6 days and got me started on several medications.

Sometimes I think I might drown in my own tears

much more than just profound sadness...it is certainly that but also lead weight on your heart, a maze of pain, a prison with holes too small to squeeze through. and there is no way out, without help. my thoughts and prayers to the family and friends of robin williams......it is not an easy thing to witness. many people become angry at depressed people because they feel helpless.....and because they think it is a matter of will power. and they are wrong.

  

Stolen street portrait

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.

Leica M3

50mm Summicron-M

Kentmere 100

Adox Adonal, 1+25, 9,5 min, 20°C

Scanned with Canon 9000F MKII

iphone 4

Exhibited as part of the LA Mobile Arts Festival

If the world turns it's back on you....You do THIS! :)

(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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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.

Cat in Depression - reasons not known

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.

 

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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.

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.

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)

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