Stair accidents, and accidents waiting to happen
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Some injuries never heal.
You can’t see them,
they’re hidden deep inside.
Most of us have old wounds.
Let these injuries keep you soft and kindhearted,
allowing them to make you hard accomplishes little, except more hurt.
-- me
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
The marks on her throat were angry and red where the Hand had put his hands, strangling her until she lost consciousness.
These words have nothing to do with the image above, except in the way your dreams relate to your life.
Some of the worst injuries are invisible and those of us that have them keep them hidden beneath layers of identity - different faces for different audiences. I have so many names I can't remember them all.
I live with an invisible disease that is trying to kill me, cell by cell. My own body is trying to kill me. Think about living with that knowledge.
Tomorrow I get a test to learn about the current status of....me. Let's hope big pharma keeps charming my cells into remaining lethargic, much like a flying whale.
As the sign says in the background “500,000 Hours Injury Free” as UP 6579 sits quietly in the Roseville Shops awaiting injury free maintenance.
The eastbound M train does a whopping 10 mph over the Villa Grove diamond and past the Watseka Union Depot on their way to Hoosier Lift. Huron Eastern SD40M-2 3485 with the "0 injuries" decal is leading the four pack of engines; which is rumored to be on the G&W "kill list."
My tip of the day is to never work out.....even if you have a hot work out buddy!
Call on me: www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3hbKFaoAeE
On a stroll near my son’s home, a came upon a family of killdeer birds (two parents and 3 chicks). I observed them from a distance for some time and tried to slowly approach them for a better photo (I didn’t have my telephoto lens with me). The chicks could not fly and both parents tried various tactics to distract me from their young. This one feigned injury, used to distract a predator to attack it and not it’s young. At other times the chicks would hide under a parent, or a parent would separate from its family and make commotion as a distraction.
I never got too close as I did not want to overly upset the birds.
Hey my sweets ♥
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Proverbs 9:7 “Whoever corrects a scoffer gets himself abuse, and he who reproves a wicked man incurs injury.”
"I am not as lovely as I once was
I am not as shameful as I used to be"
It's all about control.
(Self harm is not a sign of weekness, it's a sign of strength and survival.
I call them 'war injurys' becuase that's what they are.)
A few weeks ago, the male bluebird nesting in our backyard was observed being unable to use his right leg. Here you see he is resting on the limb with the leg hanging off. I was concerned if he could help the female with the brood. Turned out that even with one leg, he could catch bugs and manage egress into the nesting box. Recently returning from a two week trip, I was thrilled to see the male actively using his right leg again and a yard full of fledgling bluebirds.
An old man complete their fish house (Unjang - Terengganu-Call)
Preparation going to the deep sea.
Taken @ Marang Jetty. Terengganu. Malaysia
Photographic work in a hospital shown in my exhibition entitled "Care" on 2 July 2021 in Paris, France.
This is my life and my story - then and now
This is my brother. we were raised in foster homes and throughout most of our early adulthood. I went one way (military) and he went another, (street life and in and out of prison for non violent crimes)
Homelessness and alcohol ruled his life, mine was ruled by raising a family and living thousands of miles away from him while I was in the army. We connected several times during those 20 years and he lived with me for over a year at one duty station in the 1980′s but then we went our separate ways again.
I moved to California after retiring from the military 14 years ago and he would visit the kids and I but was drunk most of the time.
About 10 years ago he hit rock bottom when he was drinking sun up to sun down and had a severe car accident that required surgeries for internal injuries and several broken bones in his hand and arm. 6 months later he had an alcoholic seizure that caused him to incur a traumatic brain injury, surgery and a month in a coma. I kept him at my place after his release from the hospital, got him on disability and was looking for long term care but all this still didn’t stop him from drinking – so we were estranged and he lived with a family he knew.
I found him this past April and learned that he has been sober for 8 years. He still has a few seizures a year from the scarring on his brain.
It is amazing how people can change – it is even more amazing that in this photo he is only 53 years old and I was 51.
I felt 107 in this photo but it was a good day.
you can see his left hand (yes he is a lefty) can't open fully and he has scars on his face. On the left side of his head there is a big dent and scar that runs from his temple to the back of his head and he has a scar from his chest to his belly button. Loma Linda Hospital saved his life twice but he saved his life once and that is what brought us to this day.
He has a memory like steel for the past but can't remember something from 12 hours ago - he tries to write down reminders and then forgets where he left them or the importance of them when he sees them. Something as simple as fasting the night before a blood test is lost from when he goes to bed to when he gets up in the morning, or even the fact that he has a doctor's appointment.
Part of a set I did on self-injury. No, it's not real. Corn syrup and food coloring. But it's a real situation that countless people have experienced.
It was cathartic to do these. I wanted to turn my painful past experiences into something beautiful.
Apparently a friggin' TON of people have viewed this, and yet... no comments.
Come on, guys.
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Muskegon County, Michigan
A Killdeer feigns injury to lure hostiles away from its vulnerable ground nest. Coupled with a persistent chattering alarm call, the broken wing gambit continues until the threat is drawn a safe distance from the nest. Then the killdeer simply flies away.
This dog ❤️❤️❤️ his pillows.
Dunkel has a soft tissue injury so he's been taking it easy. You would think it's from the 25 miles we did over the holidays, but no:. He slept on something wrong. His bad habit of sleeping on his back & jerking awake has been a problem a few times.
So he started scratching it every 15min and I tried the cone but it actually was above the Injury so that didn't work he was scratching it even more because of the cone. Bandages fell right off so I had to put on his old sweater that is of course way to tight and he hates sweaters. So when I put it on he froze in the position I left him and stood like that for a good 15min before I had to physically move him.
Nothing like the old school metal slides and jungle gyms for getting some poor grade school kids injured when they fall off the slide (not that i ever broke my arm that way).
Night, near full moon, 180 second exposure, protomachines flashlight set to gold, green and pink.
Click on the image, because it's best BIG on BLACK!!!
12 by 12 Challenge 10
Don’t see photographs as an end result, rather as a source.
– Anouk Kruithof
Berris has a brain injury which causes some disturbance to his processing of ideas and difficulties with mobility and caring for himself.
My idea is to create a 3D jigsaw from a set of portraits I have taken of him.
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