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I had never photographed birds in snow before, until we got this abnormally long-lasting winter weather here by the coast. The small birds seem to be coping well with the cold, and do lots of great poses in exchange for food ツ
This Eurasian blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus) is photographed today, on a new great place for bird photography and feeding, that I'm glad to have found in our neighborhood (now that the nice area we had right outside our house has been removed due to road construction).
(Blåmeis in Norwegian)
My album of birds and nests here.
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coping with weird lighting situation. An Osprey sitting a lamppost that over looks the Harbor in Morro Bay, Ca. I've seen Osprey eating fish up there before.
[image created on 5–10-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
One summer evening I was having a very challenging time, intensely battling the long-term, ongoing mental health struggles I face each moment of each day. I felt like I couldn’t do anything and also felt like I couldn’t do nothing. Somehow I pushed myself to go outside at sunset. I just started walking down our gravel road in an effort to try to stay somewhat active and try to cope. I had the idea to experiment with ICM (intentional camera movement) by using a slow shutter speed to capture the motion as I was walking. I can’t really put it into words how this was helpful for me. Though the images are very abstract, to me they’re beautiful because they show that I was standing and moving forward even when it felt impossible and I had no idea how I would survive. After I used this method one evening I also naturally repeated the process a few other nights within the next couple weeks as a way to try to help myself cope and survive.
Moving Forward is a collection of abstract, ICM (intentional camera movement) images taken in moments of desperation, while trying to survive and find a healthy way to cope with the intense effects of trauma, CPTSD, anxiety and depression. The practice of therapeutic photography and healing actions of taking steps and moving forward come together in this photo project. May it be a source of hope, inspiration, peace or encouragement for you.
You can read more about this zine and photo project here: amandacreamerphotography.com/2023/02/18/photo-project-mov...
You can order the Morving Forward zine here: www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/2406230
Each stitch is like a breath, a steady reminder, an anchor to the present moment, a tiny step in the healing process that multiplies and gives life. As I worked on tearing the paper to size, folding the signatures, creating the cover, piercing the stitching holes, stitching the binding, contemplating, creating and hand-making the pages of this book it was an opportunity to remind myself that the storm is over—the exact same unspeakable events from the past are not happening in the present even though it often feels like I’m trapped there, unable to escape to freedom. I am still experiencing and dealing with the awful, crippling, devastating, disorienting effects of the storm….and the storm is over. I can’t “logic” my way out of this and I can work to remind myself that the storm is over.
In addition to photography, book binding and art journaling have become deeply meaningful and helpful in my healing process—I am so thankful for the survival, coping and healing found in these moments of creativity.
[image created on 5-13-2024]
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If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
As part of a creative endeavor I'm learning about making books. It was a joy that some of my children wanted to join me in learning a new skill. Gideon—age 12–made a few small sketchbooks and gave me one. I chose this green one and was naturally inspired to title it "grow" and fill it with pen & paper doodles that illustrate growth. Intuitively filling these pages with simple doodles as I faced intense physical and emotional struggles following very overwhelming hospitalizations and health complications was helpful in coping. To me I find it amazing how doing "little" things can add up and sometimes be helpful. I faced many intense moments and was thankful I could notice some benefits in making these basic doodles.
Even in the middle of experiencing the ongoing effects of unspeakable experiences, destruction, harm, devastation, disconnection, sadness and terror you still work hard to look for light and find some beauty. This certainly isn’t easy and it’s something you aren’t always capable of at all times. And it is courageous and admirable that in the middle of extreme difficulty you continue to grow as you practice searching for these glimmers of hope, not as a way to pretend everything is alright, but as a way to help yourself move through the unspeakable at a pace that is appropriate for you.
[image created on 4-27-2023]
Watercolor on multimedia paper
Thank you ALL for your concern and for you comments and thoughts.
We are working ourselves through grief, coping, with art. All struggling, and poor Mom- how hard to miss my Dad after 65 years together. But we are having Art Day, and it is the best salve, for now.
My sister is a wonderful artist, too, and has painted with us as well. I will leave it to her to post her marvelous work when she feels like it.
Due to prevailing warm weather of summer, two construction workers - a mason and a laborer - remove their shirts so as to be able to work more in comfort.
Captured in Subic, Zambales, Philippines.
You invest so much energy in doing simple, basic things each day even when you’re exhausted, critical of yourself for not doing “important, productive” things or question whether you’re worthy of expending resources doing these things. Thank you for working to get through these challenging obstacles and caring for yourself by doing necessary tasks as well as stepping outside to appreciate your natural surroundings even when it feels impossible. Through experience you’ve seen evidence that putting forth the energy to put on your old, worn out shoes, walk outside and spend some time in nature and capturing it’s beauty, interest, story and detail through pictures can sometimes be helpful, refreshing or at the very least a healthy way to work to cope.
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These old, worn out shoes of mine have come to symbolize hard work, fighting for life and working to cope in extremely difficult circumstances. And going outside, walking around the yard and taking pictures has been one of many ways I’ve worked to cope when I’m struggling a lot or when I’m working to help myself not become even more overwhelmed. I’m thankful for the opportunity to be able to spend time outside in the yard.
Jonah has been having a hard time this Summer, coping with the extreme heat. Luckily he gets to go swimming in the local creek in the evening. He loves it.
Each stitch is like a breath, a steady reminder, an anchor to the present moment, a tiny step in the healing process that multiplies and gives life. As I worked on tearing the paper to size, folding the signatures, creating the cover, piercing the stitching holes, stitching the binding, contemplating, creating and hand-making the pages of this book it was an opportunity to remind myself that the storm is over—the exact same unspeakable events from the past are not happening in the present even though it often feels like I’m trapped there, unable to escape to freedom. I am still experiencing and dealing with the awful, crippling, devastating, disorienting effects of the storm….and the storm is over. I can’t “logic” my way out of this and I can work to remind myself that the storm is over.
In addition to photography, book binding and art journaling have become deeply meaningful and helpful in my healing process—I am so thankful for the survival, coping and healing found in these moments of creativity.
[image created on 5-7-2024]
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If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
Little people coping in a big world
Playing a round of golf
The stoke index is used to identify the most difficult holes on the courses and on which holes golfers will receive additional strokes.
Stableford is a scoring system used in the sport of golf. Rather than counting the total number of strokes taken, as in stroke play, it involves scoring points based on the number of strokes taken at each hole. Unlike traditional scoring methods, where the aim is to have the lowest score, under Stableford rules, the objective is to have the highest score.
The number of points awarded on each hole is determined based on comparison of the number of strokes taken to a fixed score, usually par. This fixed score is then adjusted in relation to the player's handicap. Once players have taken two strokes more than the adjusted fixed score, they may abandon the hole and move on to the next, as it is then not possible to score any points on that hole. Because of this, it is still possible to be competitive even allowing for a few bad holes. At the end of the round, the number of points scored on each hole is totaled to give a final score. The winner of a Stableford competition is the player with the highest point total. Final scores may be modified for all players using the Competition Stableford Adjustment system.
As part of a creative endeavor I'm learning about making books. It was a joy that some of my children wanted to join me in learning a new skill. Gideon—age 12–made a few small sketchbooks and gave me one. I chose this green one and was naturally inspired to title it "grow" and fill it with pen & paper doodles that illustrate growth. Intuitively filling these pages with simple doodles as I faced intense physical and emotional struggles following very overwhelming hospitalizations and health complications was helpful in coping. To me I find it amazing how doing "little" things can add up and sometimes be helpful. I faced many intense moments and was thankful I could notice some benefits in making these basic doodles.
An image I made as a way to cope while my husband drove me to a neurofeedback appointment. Recently I’ve been taking my camera with me sometimes and take photos of things that I notice from the passenger seat as a way to try to help myself cope. The photos I take are by no means fantastic images and they do serve a deep purpose for me. This helps me try to focus on the present moment and my beautiful surroundings as we drive 1 1/2 hours each direction to my neurofeedback appointments twice each week. I constantly deal with intense anxiety and depression, and as I go to and participate in neurofeedback appointments, feel as though I’m stepping into the unknown. While neurofeedback is very safe and helpful for me I never know how I will be functioning, if I may be severely “triggered” at any point, what type of anxiety and trauma symptoms I may experience due to my history (not because neurofeedback is harmful). It’s a very frightening thing for me and each time and I do my best to trust God, courageously fight for life, growth and healing in this enormous battle, and remember the supportive people I have, and that this is a part of the recovery and healing process. Therapeutic photography has helped to keep me alive and I’m very thankful for this helpful part of me that creates these images which is an effective coping tool for me.
While the camel in Morocco's Erg Chebbi desert is perfectly content, the young camel driver (they are really called that) does not seem to have found his happy place yet
Since I often have no words or can’t even speak, I tried to capture one aspect of how I feel due to the awful, ongoing effects of experiencing unspeakable trauma—“blocked off,” trapped, isolated, alone, “figuratively disfigured,” stuck in the dark with perhaps some distant light noticeable once in a while, awful.
After creating these self portraits I was compelled to find a way to print these photos at home so I could share them with my psychologist at my neurofeedback therapy appointment—I write out and take notes since I’m not able to talk much and felt these photos would supplement my writing and perhaps give a look into how I feel.
Once I had processed the photos and decided on a sequence for the images, I noticed they seemed to show me a progression—the first image being completely stuck in a state of panic, shut down, hardly surviving, believing I’m not allowed to and not really being able to even try to look for help or support. And in the progression I came up with, the pictures seemed to show me a story—my own story—of very slowly, over time becoming more courageous, stronger, showing more awareness, more capacity and drive to fight for survival, life, growth and healing.
Since most of our belongings are packed up and in storage I don’t have access to much and I was able to find some (very lightweight) sewing thread and a very flimsy needle my daughter had here with her and I used our low budget home printer to create this little collection of photos. Normally I wouldn’t use such low quality items for something like this. I didn’t have much to work with and I was determined to not let this completely stop me from creating. I have since made a few more little photo collections like this and this practice and process has been very helpful in my coping and healing journey. I’m so thankful I gave this a try and for how I find this process to be therapeutic and how it helps me continue to grow.
[self portraits created on 1-17-2024, photos of printed images captured on 1-18-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
If you would like to support my work and my family, one way you can do so is by ordering my zines:
Many thanks for your support.
My old kitchen, complete with angry baby fish sauce, lots of little pigs, gargoyles, a strange set of shriners, and more spices, more style, more substance than you can imagine.
Cooking with James was a joy, our often round table with it's (un)savory collection of characters, the insane talk, the out there--out there stuff... things that can never be replaced in my life. He is missed.
Little people, coping in a big world
"Lunch Atop A Skyscraper" was taken as a publicity stunt to promote the construction of the new Rockefeller Center, but it quickly became a symbol of hope for a struggling nation in the midst of the great depression.
The iconic photograph, “Lunch Atop A Skyscraper,” has become synonymous with 1930s New York City. The photo features 11 construction workers casually having lunch while dangling 850 feet above the Big Apple.
We're here visiting the Tower group
I took this image as I sat outside in our car while my husband who is immunosuppressed/high risk health due to heart/double lung & kidney transplants was inside an urgent care because he was sick (late that night we found out he had covid). In an effort to not miss a day of my 365 on film I brought my film and digital cameras. As I sat anxiously waiting in the car for over 2 hours I tried to keep looking for light and capture some of the light I saw. Doing this helped me to cope in a very scary situation when my anxiety level was extremely high and I had to be able to function since my husband was sick. I really appreciated the golden sunset light shining in through the back window. These images take me back to this day this past August and I’m thankful God gave me the ability to help myself cope in this way—by looking for light and trying to capture it.
Little people coping in a big world
After my successful photo safari to capture the crocodile bird, I set out to catch the tooth fairy in the act. As it turned out there is no such thing as the tooth fairy. Why do grown ups make up these stories?
We're here visiting Fun at the dentists office
Day 333 - 365 Toy Project
An unavoidable part of a student's life: studying (or cramming, haha) for exams!
(Also: The Three Stages of Stress!)
Dear friends and visitors,
I have to tell you that I’m no longer updating my photostream at a regular rate. My last upload was some months ago and since then I even haven’t had time to thank you for your comments and faves. It was a pretty busy year for me and next year will be not any different. Over the last years, you’ve made my stream a real success by loads of faves and comments and invitations to groups and I’m very grateful for that. However, there came a time when coping with these social media activities put more and more a strain on me and I had to make a decision, i.e. whether I should either neglect my professional and private life or my flickr stream. On the other hand, I didn’t cease to take pictures (NEVER – just scrap it, dude) and actually, I like to show them to other people.
So I’m now trying to establish such a thing as an, mhm, unsocial media agreement with you, and it goes like this: If you like one of my pics – thanx a lot, but don’t fave it and don’t comment on it. If you do it nevertheless, please don’t expect an answer or an reciprocal fave, because it might take months before I check my stream the next time and by then, my activities list will show nilch.
I wish you the very best, and may the gods of light and art be with you!
Picturepest, a.k.a. Michael
As part of a creative endeavor I'm learning about making books. It was a joy that some of my children wanted to join me in learning a new skill. Gideon—age 12–made a few small sketchbooks and gave me one. I chose this green one and was naturally inspired to title it "grow" and fill it with pen & paper doodles that illustrate growth. Intuitively filling these pages with simple doodles as I faced intense physical and emotional struggles following very overwhelming hospitalizations and health complications was helpful in coping. To me I find it amazing how doing "little" things can add up and sometimes be helpful. I faced many intense moments and was thankful I could notice some benefits in making these basic doodles.
I made this early in the day as a method of coping with the grief of waking up to my beloved kitty being gone. Creativity is great therapy even if the app didn't want to share it here from the SD card.
Anyway, his full name was Li'l Bit of Midnight because his daddy (who we lost a few years ago) was Midnight. He would've been 19 years old in May, and this is the first time my home has been totally cat free in over 20 years.
It's bittersweet because he was curled up sleeping on his "throne" where I built him an abundance of cushioning every night using pillows and his favorite blanket stacked up in my recliner. Yes, since he was the last of 9, he was spoiled.
He was so peaceful looking that I started petting him like usual as I walked by the chair. And we had just "talked" before I went to bed. This furbaby actually knew how to say "I love you," when he was in a caterwauling mood. I wished I had known time was so short and gotten some recordings and more pictures of him.
This picture was taken by cellphone on November 9th, 2022, and I used the "Background Eraser" app for Android to change to the heart bokeh. That took away the EXIF and made the kitty not look as good, but the point comes across.
Someone is coping well with 24/7 attention during lockdown. Well done Monty.
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for my sister, family, and friends - for everyone - who is struggling, coping, trying to make it one day at a time. you're in my heart.
just got our power back - after 42 hours. not so bad except it meant no heat, and it was 10F (-12C) last night. fortunately, the house temp went down only to 50 (10), so we managed quite well with our down quilts. and no burst water pipes.
more shoveling to do, but will try to visit you later today or tomorrow. hss!
Watercolor on multimedia paper
We are working ourselves through grief, coping, with art. All struggling, and poor Mom- how hard to miss my Dad after 65 years together. But we are having Art Day, and it is the best salve, for now.