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Just when you seek a moment's peace,
Let magazines your thoughts release,
For in their pages, stories rhyme,
In paperbound whispers, through all time.
I finally finished culling through by Greenland photos from last year. If you'd like to see the whole story, I've posted it here: spark.adobe.com/page/86QMOUJ85Br8X/
Taken beside the Strathmore/Hope Road north of Altnaharra: a scene full of time from distant mountains to history of the foreground disused shepherd's house surrounded by former grazing terraces.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.
woman and painting in a square ...
The story
When a photo has a shared story behind it, everything is even more beautiful and better. On that day, Hilde and I were in Zurich at a new museum.
At first, we were there for David Chipperfield.
We revelled in the architecture and the museum's fantastic collection.
But then she came along. Her bag strap matched one of the artworks, so I started secretly taking photos of her, intending to “confront” her with them and ask her whether she was okay with that or whether I should delete the photos. I explained my reasons and intentions to her.
I said that I had only photographed her anonymously from behind and asked if I could continue. In the meantime, Hilde had joined us and noticed that the young woman had agreed. I showed her the areas where she would fit in and the shoot began.
I planned to continue photographing her from behind so that her anonymity would be preserved, but she kept turning around and smiling at us. This led to more conversation, and we learned that she is German and is studying in Zurich.
Since I have many friends who live in Switzerland, which has a high foreign population of about 25%, I have often heard that it is difficult to “fit in” to Swiss society or even a Swiss family.
We had the impression that she was very pleased with our openness and the conversation on Saturday morning and enjoyed it.
These contacts made through photography are much more valuable to me than any photo that is taken.
Die Story
Wenn ein Foto eine gemeinsame Geschichte hat, dann ist alles noch viel schöner und besser. An besagtem Tag waren Hilde und ich in Zürich in einem neuen Museum.
Zunächst ging es uns um David Chipperfield.
Wir suhlten uns in der Architektur und in der tollen Sammlung des Museums.
Aber dann kam sie. Ihr Taschengurt war ein Match zu einem der Kunstwerke und ich begann Sie geheim zu fotografieren, um sie dann damit zu "konfrontieren" und sie zu fragen, ob sie das akzeptieren kann oder ob ich die Fotos löschen soll. Ich legte ihr die Gründe offen und den Zweck.
Ich sagte, dass ich sie anonym nur von ihrer Rückseite her fotografiert habe und fragte, ob ich weitermachen dürfe. Inzwischen war Hilde zu uns getreten und bekam mit, dass die junge Frau einverstanden war. Ich zeigte ihr die Bereiche zu die si passen würde und das Shooting begann.
Ich dachte sie weiterhin in Rückenansicht zu fotografieren, damit die Anonymität gewahrt bleiben würde, jedoch dreht sie sich ständig zu uns um und strahlte uns an. So kamen wir mehr ins Gespräch und wir erfuhren, dass sie Deutsche ist, die in Zürich studiert.
Da ich viel Bekannte habe, die in der Schweiz leben, die mit ca. 25% einen hohen Auslnderanteil hat, habe ich oft gehört, dass man nur schwer in die Schweizer Gesellschaft oder gar in eine Schweizer Familie "hinein kommt".
Wir hatten den Eindruck, dass sie sich über unsere Offenheit und das Gespräch am Samstagmorgen sehr freute und es genoss.
Diese wunderbaren Kontakte durch die Fotografie sind für mich viel wertvoller, als jedes Foto, dass dabei entsteht.
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You are invited to visit my new group Red Square Gallery and polah2006' exhibition.
A boy and me. Between us there was the window. I was shooting picture of his. He said something but didn't hear it because of the window. But he was a happy face afterall
That is a story of shepherds live in Anatolian peninsula. Based on the story, each shepherds turn to a tree when they die. To show their thankfulness and respect to nature. I couldn't stop my self to think about that story when I saw this lovely 76 years old shepherd and the trees on the left side in this photo BeNowMeHere, Anatolia, Turkey, 2016 via 500px bit.ly/1VUNZLw