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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.
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.
Sleep this week has been all sorts of screwed up so enjoy these early morning/late night posts while they last haha.
A photographer on Instagram has inspired me to find beauty and interest in artificial light. He has been taking early morning walks and capturing intriguing images of artificial light. I always craved beautiful, natural sunlight and thought artificial light was obnoxious and something to avoid. After seeing some of his images I was outside one evening after sunset and saw this and I realized I’ve grown to appreciate artificial light more.
Nikon D750
Sigma 35mm f/1.4
edited with Lightroom using my own “looks like film” preset
One of the park's finer denizens busies himself with a little something.
Explore November 24, 2008 (highest position #175)
While at the park with my children I was doing some reverse macro freelensing as a way to help myself cope with the intense struggles I face and was struck by this tiny piece of a torn leaf. From my vantage point it looked like a tiny, fragile heart turned upside down, trapped within a crack where two pieces of concrete joined together. I could deeply relate to what I saw—it reminded me of myself and my own experience. To me, it was amazing that I even noticed this tiny leaf—the reverse macro actually makes the leaf appear much larger than it looked to the eye without the magnification. I am thankful I didn’t miss the opportunity to see this meaningful scene.
[image created on 5–29-2024]
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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.
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Today as I was taking my photo for my 365 on film I noticed my reflection in the tv screen. I found the sunset light in the room quite fascinating and used my DSLR to try to capture this moment. While I often feel wrong or vain for taking self portraits I’m slowly learning and growing as a person, seeing that the act of creating a self portrait can be so much deeper than just appearances. That maybe it’s ok to value myself enough to care about capturing myself, as a memory of this time of darkness, great struggle, intense internal battles, pain, survival, growth, healing and looking for light.
Right about now I start thinking about bulbs I planted in October as well as my perennial beds that are buried under snow and/or frozen ground. Dreaming of flowers I will soon see make me smile.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Watercolor on watercolor 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.
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.
Hope you have had a great 4th to all my Americano's.
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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. This was my view looking into the rear view mirror—seeing the golden sunset light behind me in the mirror and seeing the contrast of also looking forward at the urgent care building my husband was inside the the darker blue look which was even more pronounced due to looking through the car windshield. 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.
Humor is known as an excellent coping mechanism.
Stanford researcher Andrea Samson and psychology Professor James Gross ran an experiment where subjects were asked to improvise jokes. They found that people who made any kind of quip benefited, reporting both increases in positive emotions and decreases in negative emotions.
"If you are able to teach people to be more playful, to look at the absurdities of life as humorous, you see some increase in wellbeing," said Samson.
(It seems absurd to me that acedamics have taken so long to realise that modern society is self delusional madness. I mean just watch any TV advert and think about what it's actually saying).
As we British are wont to do, making light of the situation is the first port of call defence mechanism, to soothe collective anxiety. So whether that's quasi-philosophical coronavirus quotes or full-on coronavirus jokes, here is a sample of what's out there, to give you a little light relief.
Well I had planned to put several humourous Coronavirus jokes here, but after searching the internet for about an hour all I have found are several (much repeated and coppied) Jokes in bad taste.
it's odd we British normally have a fairly dark and sometimes "gallows" sense of humour, but it seems to be missing at the moment.
“Laughter is a symbol of hope, and it becomes one of our greatest needs of life, right up there with toilet paper!
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Candid street shot, Spain.
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.
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Downtown Chicago in Millennium Park at the famous Cloud Gate, otherwise known as the Chicago "Bean". This is really one of the most remarkable public art installations in any city, attracting massive crowds all year long to stare at it, take pictures of it, walk around and under it, and so on.
Last weekend I wondered around downtown checking out the post "snowpocalypse" scene to see how Chicago was coping after the storm. Even in frigide weather with piles of snow everywhere, people were still wondering around the park, watching the ice skaters, the Cloud Gate, and of course all the snow.
Hope everyone is keeping well & coping with social distancing & self isolation. If you are bored & stuck for things to do why not take a photo of a neighbourhood pole for my Telegraph Tuesday group.
Not such a happy day here. Martin has work at 2am so we went to get petrol & a few provisions this morning. Had a flat battery in our car. It's been a bit sluggish to start the past week or 2. Jump started it by borrowing a neighbour's pickup. I rang around & found a garage that would fit a new battery. Got stopped by a Garda checkpoint on the way, explained the situation & was let go through. The mechanic didn't have our model battery after all but he rang a man down the road who did, cost €100 but hey a car is no good without a working battery.
Before all this I'd sprained my hip yesterday striding around a local field with Bella. Long wet grass & wellies are not conducive to "exercise" as we know it. Taken Ibuprofen tablets during the day & it's eased a bit. Tonight as the sun set & the temperature dropped I hobbled down the garden & put a sugar feed on my beehive. Figured I wouldn't need to put my bee suit & wellies on just for a 2 minute job. One of the ungrateful girls stung my ankle through my sock as a parting gesture 😪 Dosed up now with antihistamines. Will write off today & hope tomorrow is better.
An early night beckons to get over all the excitement, forgive my posting & running, I will catch up with everyone's photos soon.
Springtime in Utah is always a big tease. We’ve had 60 degree days where I can get outside for a walk. Then we’ve had a bunch more snow. So, to cope, I’m dreaming of warm summer days in the canyon.
Little people coping in a big world
"Music is food for the body, music is food to the heart."
- Gregory David Roberts -
Gregory David Roberts is an Australian author, most noted for his novel Shantaram. He was a heroin addict and convicted bank robber who escaped from Pentridge Prison and fled to India where he lived for ten years.
Roberts lived in Melbourne, Germany and France, and finally returned to Mumbai, where he set up charitable foundations to assist the city's poor with health care coverage.
In 1990, Roberts was captured in Frankfurt after being caught smuggling heroin into the country. He was extradited to Australia and served a further six years in prison, two of which were spent in solitary confinement. According to Roberts, he escaped prison again during that time, but relented and smuggled himself back into jail. His intention was to serve the rest of his sentence to give himself the chance to be reunited with his family.
During his second stay in Australian prison, he began writing Shantaram. The manuscript was destroyed by prison wardens, twice, while Roberts was writing it.
He also wrote the original screenplay for the movie adaptation of Shantaram (2011) as well as the screenplay for the 2008 film Allegra, which is about the modern slave-trade of women.
His new novel, The Mountain Shadow, continues the story of Shantaram and was published in October 2015.
For my Defence of Britain Project.
Rapkyns Pillbox, to the north of Horsham in West Sussex, covers a farm bridge over the River Arun and remains well camouflaged, to the point that it remains hard to find (see inset showing the view from the defended bridge). I only found it when I followed the scant evidence of others who undertaken the same personal interest search.
The pillbox (Defence of Britain catalogue S000221) is located Strood Green, 200 yards east of farm bridge over the River Arun, within Rapkyns Farm.
Condition: Fair
Described in 1996 S0002221 is a Type 24 pillbox, facing S to cover farm crossing over River Arun and now partially buried.
There is evidence of barbed wire rolls lying on the ground nearby, do they originate from the time of the pillbox's construction?
Want to see it for yourself, it's at ///coping.hike.computers
4 years ago (10/23/2018) when I tried to end my life I came the closest (of multiple tries) I ever have to dying. The "anniversary" of this indescribably devastating time is still extremely challenging. And as a way to cope, along with other steps I'm taking, I chose to put on this shirt-recently gifted from a friend-to wear the truth as a comforting and hopeful reminder even in the midst of pain and devastation.
daughter of God
chosen + treasured
created for a purpose
set apart + redeemed
pursued + forgiven
kingdom girl
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A song that’s been very encouraging for me over the past few years—You’re Gonna Be Okay by Brian and Jenn Johnson: youtu.be/LjF9IqvXDjY
My blanket and stack of pillows on the couch where I spend a lot of time resting and trying to recover.
Nikon D750
Sigma 35mm f/1.4
I never really thought of collecting saws, but as it happens, just about wherever you look in this shop, there's another saw. I've got chain saws (gas, corded, and battery), handheld circular saws, metal chop saw, jigsaws, table saws, compound miter saws, handheld miter saws, folding saws for hiking, drywal saw, pole saws, tree trimming saws, and probably some other saw that slips my mind. They just accumulate.
21 discarded wine bottles in 100m of roadside verge
From the south-east corner multiple Pinot Grigio, to multiple Sauvignon Blanc in the middle, to the north-west end with a couple of Jacob's Creek and unsurprising empty ibuprofen packet, presumably related.
this is how conor copes. in the beginning at least. the first few days i was working from home he snored in this bed all day :)
how am i coping?
a few ways...
KNITTING. oh my god, thank you to the amazing designers, dyers and yarn shops who supply endless amounts of inspiration. i'm learning new moves and playing with tons of color, ordering more yarn than i need in the moment and feeling super happy about it - i can knit my way through anything and this is no exception.
i normally listen to podcasts while i'm knitting and i'm currently LOVING Brene Brown's new one...
i also signed up for Dave Smith's new online mindfulness course. check it out at courses.seculardharmafoundation.com/courses/1/about and support a great teacher!
besides that, i'm working off fear, anxiety, frustration and restlessness on my stationary bike with Dead to Me blasting in my ears... :)
Oh, and i'm in my 4th week of a detox cleanse. it's important to be healthy right now!
take care everyone!!!
Coping beautifully with the steep descent into the colliery village at Beamish Museum is 1920-built 13-ton Fowler road locomotive 15649 "Providence", registered CT 3940, hauling a trailer carrying narrow gauge 4-6-2 steam locomotive "Whillan Beck".
"Whillan Beck" (Works No.8457) was originally built in 1929 by Krauss & Co. of Munich. It was built to work at the Ibero-American Exposition of 1929, a world fair held in Seville, Spain.
Following the exposition it was used rarely until 1932, when it was placed in storage until the 1960's. It had little or no use after that time. It was eventually acquired by the Ravenglass & Eskdale Railway Preservation Society in 2015 and was rebuilt for them in 2017 by Old Hall Engineering of Bouth, Cumbria (UK).
The rig was attending the museum's steam fair of April 2022.
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The secrets of Venice: since its early beginnings on the island of Torcello during the so–called “Dark Ages” (the 500s in the case of Venice), the village, then the town, and finally the city, depended exclusively on rain for its supply of fresh water. Thus, over the centuries, more and more complex underground cisterns were built, with more and more sophisticated filtration systems to try and make the water as pure as possible —which, in many cases, wasn’t saying much.
Each cistern supplied a small neighborhood (there were private ones in palazzi too, as you can guess...) and the wells that gave access were often genuine works of art.
This one is a delicate piece or marble that I thought looked nice in black-and-white.
A well coping is referred to as vera da pozzo in Italian.
20—Empty
A collection of empty Jolly Rancher wrappers. Sometimes these empty wrappers will accumulate near me as I try to cope, until I can go throw them away. Over the past few months I’ve been slowly eating hard candy when my anxiety is super intense or sometimes during emotional or somatic flashbacks. It helps to notice the flavor to try to ground myself and cope. I know it’s not the healthiest option to be using candy and it’s also healthier than some things I’ve done to cope.
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This was a month long film photo project with daily prompts that was hosted on Instagram
photo taken September 20, 2020
Nikon F100
Sigma 35mm f/1.4
Kodak Portra 400
Developed & scanned by: The Darkroom Lab
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.