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Peace Lily, attic staircase
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The task is to explore the house, inside and out, finding new ways of looking at the familiar things that surround me every day, and literally shedding new light on them - hopefully producing a worthwhile photograph.
Might not be one every day, but we'll see.
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*Strobist info: Daylight through ceiling skylight + Godox TT600 camera right, 1/64 power
Impossible structure overcome by water,leading towards Isolation..
Acrylic on canvas, 36 x 48 inches
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away
Vittoria & Bastian have some company staying with them for this period of covid confinement. Bastian's little sister Brooke & best friends Gabriel and Milo are staying with them. Together they are a Quaranteam!! Stay Safe & Stay Home!!
This guy sat on the cobblestones just outside my place for hours yesterday. A little radio beside him. Shuffling through paperwork and chain smoking joints. In a complete world of his own....
For 52 Images 2011 Group. Week 33. Isolation
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away
Film: Orwo Color NC19 expired 06/1992
Process: Orwo Color C5168, 11.5 mins development @ 21*C
Camera: Rolleicord V
One more from yesterdays shoot.This one shot at Newport Pool, up close and personal.
Very different style from my usual work, but this shot really lent itself well to a full B&W treatment followed by a switch of blending mode to really isolate the pool.
then went for a bit of a wobbly vignette, just seem to work well.
Might have to sell my wide angle lens, my last 5 or 6 posts have all been shot with the 70-200.
loving it.
Cheers.
The participatory installation of 'Watching and being watched' by Rory Randall and Indigo Daya exhibit at the ArtScience Museum during Mental : Colours of Wellbeing.
An old shot taken with the FZ5.
We spent over 3hrs, monsoon rain, with only a binbag for protection on this 'longtail boat' over lakes, passing by towering limestone outcrops covered in lush rainforest and through narrow channels between the trees to get to our destination - a few open huts with corrogated iron roofs (no walls) floating on tree-trunks on the lake. One of the best adventures i've had and the all-time favourite place I ever stayed.
www.flickr.com/photos/43165207@N04/4706300579/
If you ever find yourself at Khao Sok National Park in the south, stay at "Treetops" nearest the main entrance to the park. Ask for Dav and his mate Khlang - they'll take you.
I love this little poster inside an Arriva Trains Wales Pacer. Looks very caring at first sight but carefully doesn’t tell you how to report problems - to the person sitting next to you? Not that I would want to be the person answering a problem reporting phone line if they had offered one. As for me, I’m not posting a selfie, put it that way. But still on course to last longer than Pacers (that’s the 144s, not the 142s).
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away
Thought I'd go for a walk in isolation this afternoon but there were so many people in the park, you'd think there was a pallet of dunny paper at the end of the trail. No worryingly close encounters, thank goodness.
TAKUMAR (BAYONET) 135mm f2.5 wide open.
A change of lens for Mr Wingtech :-)
Day 28 of social distancing. Now making giant cookies
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