this fabulous view was curtesy of a tropical drepression that may or may not turn into a typhoon (according to the weather woman)... it rained so hard that afternoon i was thinking i may never see a glorious sunset for the next few days. at quarter to six, the hellish raining stopped. then the clouds and sun for the next twenty minutes did it's thing. truely amazing to see how the sky changes with every dip of the sun into the horizon. this part of the sunset was just before the blue hour. had to shoot and focus fast... this (birght orange and yellow against blue)... only lasted about eight minutes. about three minutes after this shot there was no more... rain started again that night.

vertorama from 3 exposures. one for the top (not much processing done) and two for the bottom for details and tones. stitched together in that thing called photoshop.

thank you and goodnight... viewing and commenting resumes tomorrow morning =)

I'm very lucky because unless I'm heartbroken I don't suffer from depression but I do have good days and bad days like everyone else. I think it's healthy to feel a bit low at times as that's when we do our thinking and it would be no good if we were to just party all the time. Being Jojo gives me lots to think about of course as unlike most people I can never forget for very long that I am a bit different. Thankfully I live within my comfort zone which means being Jojo is never something I feel embarrassed about or uncomfortable with. I could had it happened do porn movies for example because afterwards one just goes back home to normality, but I'm not sure I could cope with anything perminent like implants as they would be just as intrusive as a swaithe of big bold tattoos and to do anything like that you have to have the right personality I suppose. Still I don't hold back do I as I'm not prudish or shy which is one reason why I wanted to be Jojo. Nobody is pushing me me either which is important as I don't like too much or rapid change and so it's good that I transitioned in years rather than months with herbs, it makes me very real which I guess is one of the reasons why people like me.

A bit of familiarity as I colored this one. I didnt come from an affluent family.

And now I understand

What you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tried to set them free

Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you Vincent

This world was never meant

For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the stranger that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

Songwriters

MCLEAN, DON

70% of the pregnent women face it. though postpartum depression is more recognized, to ensure that the baby's grows healthily its important to recognized this type of depression and seek help for it . It might help the mother feel more secure and closer to the baby hence helping to prevent postpartum depression.

most common signs of depression include

- Problems concentrating

- Problems with sleeping

- Fatigue

- Changes in eating habits

you can fine more info here

* NO I AM NOT PREGNANT

13/03/09

someone sent a printout of this picture to my mom saying your daughter is pregnant and as if this is the proof... well who ever did that i know you cant read this either because you illiterate idiot cant read the boldly written " no i am not pregnant" bit and this person i'm sure believes that all the dramatic series on tv are real too...

M O D E L \ RUBY YEN NGUYEN

Herr K. betritt zögernd mit mattem Gang das Sprechzimmer. Seine Mimik ist ernst, von der Umgebung unberührt. Stockend und mühsam berichtet er: Er fühle sich stimmungsmäßig leer, wie versteinert, er empfinde nichts mehr, nicht einmal mehr Traurigkeit. Es fehle ihm Kraft und Antrieb, auch nur das Nötigste zu tun, obwohl er ständig dagegen anzukämpfen versuche. Obwohl er unendlich müde sei, habe er seit Wochen nicht mehr durchgeschlafen, die frühen Morgenstunden brächten die schlimmsten, grauenvollsten Stunden seines Lebens mit sich: Erwachend aus qualvollen Angstträumen beschleiche ihn entsetzliche Furcht vor dem langen, langen Tag mit seinen unendlichen Minuten, in denen sich alles nur noch zum Schlimmeren wenden würde. Das Aufstehen, das Heben der Beine aus dem Bett, bedeute eine Qual für ihn. Obwohl er körperlich gesund sei, fühle er sich wie abgeschlagen, sei appetitlos, verspüre einen Druck über der Brust und im Kopf, die Kehle sei wie zugeschnürt. Das Denken trete auf der Stelle, er könne kaum noch Zeitung lesen, habe an nichts mehr Interesse, falle ins Grübeln über Vergangenes. Er habe das Gefühl überflüssig zu sein, er sei für seine Familie nur noch Balast. Die Besorgtheit der Angehörigen mache alles noch schlimmer, weil er sich deshalb immer mehr Schuldgefühle wegen seines Verhaltens machen müsse.

When one of the blue days starts eating you alive

Am all alone and sad bored and have nothing to do

I have a headache from the minute I woke up

I know why

I didn't sleep

I only had 3 hrs of sleep

So tired

I play .. Recklessly .. creating a mess

With my nail polish

Model: Kathryn Michelle

mixed on wood, 35cm x 35cm

I'm experimenting with taking my "scratch" painting that I do with a skewer and going to swirls, using a very fine pointy paintbrush. I need a better brush, one with just a bit more stiffness to it. Oh, darn. Another tool I just have to have. :)

This painting is 7" x 7" and is acrylic on cardstock. I tried to show how depression feels as described to me by a couple family members.

My friend died of depressions in 2001. When I was visiting my father's grave, I have also found his grave. I didn't know it before, because there was no funeral service. I was happy to read his name and to think of our friendship.

Olympus XA, Zuiko 35mm, f2,8, Kodak T-max 100, (50) Spur Acurol N, 20 Celsius degrees, 10 min. 30 sec.

"I was scared...the only thing I knew about Brixton was from The Clash, and they told me there were guns there." - Carroll Kirk (my big brother)

Guns of Brixton [YouTube]

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First run on the Kelsey. Wood type + lead | www.depressionpress.org

Yellowstone National Park

Hurricane Isaac has not been devastating, but lots of rain... Now it's Cuba's turn. At least I learned the expression "tropical depression" - that's when the Caribbean reminds me more of home than I like it to. Update: In spite of a milder version of the hurricane this time, 8 people has been reported to have died in Haiti due to drowning or being hit by falling trees and walls, a tragedy and a reminder what may happen when the big hurricane hits this vulnerable society.

Took this image back to its original format, as I felt like it illustrated the feel better. The weight hovering over, flattening you. I liked the angles of the pose in the last one, but the quasi rigor mortis aesthetic was was more true to the theme.

Strobist info: Two flashes shot through diffusers, CR gelled CTO (color shift in post) and CL, angled about 30 degrees behind my head and feet. Radio trigger.

They had this modern wallpaper in almost every room of their xray-institute

......I said I would come back at night

to paint at least ONE green leave on their dead trees ;-)

Depression is a complicated condition that arises and maintains itself in a way that's is distinct to each person's history, biology, thinking patterns, behavior, relationships and environment. In order to conquer it in a way that is sustainable each of those relevant domains may need to be addressed. This can take time and countless barriers exist. It's not as simple as just doing one thing and you'll feel better. We can't use ourselves as a frame of reference to understand someone else. What we can do is shut off our judgment makers and seek to understand. That sets the stage for any type of helping. Have a favorite theory? Put in on the shelf. You'll need more than one and that may not be the one. What's in the box? That's a great question. Ask it.

Model credit: Mel S Query

Concept: Mel S Query

Piece by piece, she is fading away

A broken statue, a shadow of her former self

The loneliness and desperation gnaws away at her heavy heart

Who is she? Why is she here?

The world is such a confusing place

She tries to find her way back

But, no-one understands

She is lost...

© Swinty 2015

I realise that this is a little dark, but I think we have all been touched by depression either directly or indirectly at some point. I am feeling a little melancholy at the moment, as I know someone who's suffering from it and I really feel for them.

I know someone who's been there and recovered.

My dear friend Derrick Tyson has been so kind as to interview me for his magazine Sinescope.

I had these posted on flickr till my account expired, now they are all hidden, as are the stories behind them....

but follow the link above, and you'll get all the details...

Art Journal page about my depression (panic/anxiety) in mixed media (magazine cut-outs, acrylics, Sharpie markers, pen, sharpie poster paints.)

This is only intended as a placeholder. Comments are not expected on this.

texture:

www.flickr.com/photos/27805557@N08/3642351731/

Watercolor pencils, 21*30 cm, 2015

Depression