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Hi everyone,
Earlier this year I had spine injury was recovering from it and had a relapse. Carrying my camera around became painful. I started writing children's books in my spare time. My back was getting better. I started working on my second book. Almost 15 hours for 2 weeks on my laptop, sitting on the couch straining my neck was not the brightest thing to do I guess. Severe pain on the right side of my neck and hand. I have stopped everything for the time being, Improper posture can mess things up really badly in less than three weeks even when you are in your twenties or thirties. I have learn't this the hard way. Just this year I have managed to hurt myself twice just because of bad posture. I will be away for a few more days from flickr....Sorry I haven't been able to fav/comment. Feeling better today so hope to be back soon. TC everyone.
Two days ago while we were driving through the Icelandic Eastfjords, we took the decision to take a detour to see a puffin colony. We crossed a high mountain pass to get there (Borgarfjordur Eystri). When we wanted to continue our journey later we found that it had snowed on the pass and no matter how hard we tried we could not get over the pass with our mobile home with spent summer tires (a rented one). So we had to stay there over night. Yesterday we attempted the crossing three time at different times of the day, failed twice and finally managed to get over after they had cleared most of the pass road. Then we decided to go for Myvatn and while we were on the road it started snowing heavily and there were about two hours when we barely could make out the road, the landscape being as wintry as it ever was. But with last light we managed to get to Myvatn :) Looking forward to seeing what this highly volcanic area has got in store for us.
Driving into the highly active volcanic area of Myvatn during a relapse into winter made our arrival all the more dramatic. I had to think of a Song of Ice and Fire immediately :)
THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT AND FAVES
ON THE REACTIONS I WILL TRY TO RESPOND BACK
Helaas was ik een tijdje afwezig , heb een dikke flinke terugval gehad met ziekte,
ik kom nu langzaam weer in het land der levende :-)
Groeten Wilma
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Unfortunately I was absent for a while, had a big relapse with illness,
I am now slowly coming back to the land of the living :-)
Greetings Wilma
.... with one shot! Two small glasses, possibly sherry glasses, with words and music engraved...
Happy Monochrome Thursday 😊
"Looking close... on Friday!" topic "words on glass"
I'll be more off than on over the next few weeks. The last bivalent vaccine has knocked me out, so I am taking things very carefully for a while. The possibility of an M E relapse was/is always on the cards with any vaccination. Written before the pandemic, if you're interested .... theliddells.com/m-e-and-me/
B/W Tinted and Mono Here
Macro-Looking Close: Here
My Food and drink set: Here
My Lines & Curves: Here
Wasted Clouds
A delicate fabric
Developing into me
Pursuing promises of light
As my lungs begin to perforate
A rebel moon uninvited
Spitting pieces of ropes into the wasted clouds
I become frantic with the thought of relapse
With reflections of vulnerability
Starless twisting my departure
Boiling my foundations as the ashes bleed
The remorse of my demise seeping out my integrity
Spring in Iceland varies enormous between the different regions of the island and also from day to day. There will be relapses of winter and sometimes one stumbles across remains of winter when less expecting it like in this river canyon which was packed with old snow.
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im just tryna live life for the moment
and all these mfs want a relapse
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I had a relapse into childhood today and built a snowman, only a tiny version, the heather next to it isn't exactly a giant. My snowman may not be a piece of art, the snow was frozen and difficult to shape and form, but he is quite cute and makes me smile every time I look at him. I think he qualifies as one of the little things that make me happy, especially as winter doesn't have much to offer what I really like.
An impression from the day of our journey through the Northeastern region of Iceland, when we had a relapse into deep winter in May and could not get back up a steep mountain pass with our motorhome ;)
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Each year, thousands lose their lives to accidental drug overdose. For the families and Friends left behind, their lives will never be the same.
In Memory of Matt 1987-2018
Shinedown - Save Me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8dyxGiBx3g
I got a candle
And I've got a spoon
I live in a hallway with no doors and no rooms
And under a window sill
They all were found
A touch of concrete within the doorway
Without a sound
Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me, if you can
From my blasphemy in my wasteland
How did I get here
And what went wrong
Couldn't handle forgiveness
Now I'm far beyond gone
And I can hardly remember
The look of my own eyes
How could I love this,
My life so dishonest
It made me compromise
Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me, if you can
From my blasphemy in my wasteland
Jump in the water
Jump in…
Day 310/365:
Another quick flat lay today.
Apologies for not being very active again but after doing pretty well with recovery my back has taken a turn for the worse again. It's hard to sit at the computer for long.
I really appreciate your comments but please don't feel obliged while I can't reciprocate too much just now. I hate to post and run but having got this far I'm just trying to stay in the game. My osteopath assures me that each relapse should have a quicker recovery time so fingers crossed.
… perfume and posh shoes!
Looking back at last year... in June I had a Covid booster shot that went badly wrong and left me with a full M.E. relapse.
I'm still recovering from it 18 months later. At the time I tried to keep taking some photos to record the time and how it felt.
Still Life Compositions: Here
Small World: Here
My Bokeh set: Here
Dead leaf.
A relapse. I have fallen. I'm back with my favourite Topaz filter, Glow.
This a picture of a dead leaf off one of my daughter's houseplants. Variety unknown. But certainly deceased though the plant lives on...
Leaves have veins; veins form linear patterns; Glow emphasises linear patterns; so should be interesting... perhaps. Thus the theory went.
Cropped to a cinematic ratio of 2.35:1 to accentuate the horizontal vein.
I'll post a link to the original as usual.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Sliders Sunday :)
It's more of a duty than an art.
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'Relapse'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Fuji Velvia 100; x-06/2008
Exposure: f/28; 1sec
Process: DIY ECN-2
Washington
May 2023
No motivation and extreme lethargy for 4 days & unable to work. Hopefully no more relapses. Great to pick up the camera again.
Kyoko san was the wife of my childhood friend since first grade. He and I shared the same birthday, and our families have been friends ever since.
Kyoko san was a very healthy and active woman, but on December 25th of last year, we received news that she had stage 4 malignant lymphoma. She recovered after six months of chemotherapy, but two months later, the disease relapsed. She resumed chemotherapy, but her white blood cell count and other conditions rapidly deteriorated, making effective treatment impossible. At the beginning of August, she began palliative care in her beloved home. Sadly, she passed away last week.
Two years ago, in April, he and I celebrated our birthday together. At the time, we discussed our next family trip to this Kurondo-ike Pond.
I'm sure Kyoko san is enjoying this view from heaven.
Thank you so much for "on Explore".
I made my "on Explore" album.
Greg Puciato, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Halifax Pop Explosion 2015,
Olympic Hall Community Centre, Halifax, NS
Taken for smile on Saturday's theme "get nature in your home!"!
I've been sick with a cough and sinus problems for about 4-5 weeks now. Just starting to turn around and here comes the blizzard. I truly hope I won't have a relapse...
Inclinado en las tardes... tiro mis tristes redes a tus ojos oceánicos.
Allí se estira y arde en la más alta hoguera mi soledad que da vueltas los brazos como un náufrago.
Hago rojas señales sobre tus ojos ausentes que olean como el mar a la orilla de un faro.
Solo guardas tinieblas, hembra distante y mía, de tu mirada emerge a veces la costa del espanto.
Inclinado en las tardes echo mis tristes redes a ese mar que sacude tus ojos oceánicos.
Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.
Galopa la noche en su yegua sombría desparramando espigas azules sobre el campo.
Poema siete. Autor: Pablo Neruda. "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada", 1924. Pablo Neruda.
Paco Ibáñez - Inclinado En Las Tardes Tiro Mis Tristes Redes
Paco Ibáñez is a Valencian singer-songwriter. In 1977, he released an album with the Cuarteto Cedrón, which sets to music poems by Pablo Neruda from his book "Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada," written in 1924. The A-side features poems by Neruda, and the B-side features songs by the Cuarteto Cedrón with poems by Raúl González Tuñón, an Argentine poet. Pablo Neruda was a famous Chilean poet, and his literary talent was honored by the Swedish Academy in 1971 with the Nobel Prize in Literature. On September 11, 1973, the military uprising of Augusto Pinochet took place in Chile, possibly one of the cruelest and most terrifying military dictatorships. At the head of this military uprising and coup was a terrifying and sinister figure named Augusto Pinochet, a military coup leader and dictator. He was a bloodthirsty, cruel, and despotic military man. Pinochet rose up militarily against the government of Salvador Allende, who had been democratically elected by the Chilean people. This anti-democratic uprising and the horrific violence and repression of Pinochet's military dictatorship worsened Pablo Neruda's health. Eight days after the military uprising, he was admitted to a hospital to recover from a relapse of his illness. Four days later, on September 23rd, twelve days after Pinochet's military uprising, Pablo Neruda died. Evidently, the official version, supported by the Pinochet dictatorship, announced the death of the "illustrious Chilean," citing causes related to the illness he had suffered for years. That was always the official explanation and version of the death of the poet Pablo Neruda. Fifty years later, in 2023, and after lengthy forensic studies, private and personal interviews, recovery and study of written material and other evidence, the commission in charge of the investigation declared its definitive, confirmed conclusions, based on irrefutable and evident data, that Pablo Neruda was murdered by poisoning in the hospital where he was recovering from his illness. The poisoning order was executed and ordered by the Chilean military junta and its criminal dictator, Augusto Pinochet.
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To Believe - The Cinematic Orchestra (2019)
To Believe (featuring / voice: Moses Sumney)
A Caged Bird / Imitations of Life (featuring / voice: Roots Manuva)
Wait for Now / Leave the World (featuring / voice: Tawiah)
Zero One / This Fantasy (featuring / voice: Grey Reverend)
A Promise (featuring / voice: Heidi Vogel).
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Capture the silence at the edge of the net, where the water breathes the unspoken and where the mist hides the unknown. Stillness always yields, casting a net so that water and mist return to you shapes of light. Your nets don't just search for fish; they also explore the silence to understand where you begin and where you end. The net you cast will one day return, sometimes as a flash of light, sometimes as a sound... and sometimes as a name.
Zawadi, petita granota. Thu Bồn River, Vietnam. December 2018.
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it’s still too early to sum up the year, but it’s been… a strange one
i had to let go of someone i loved deeply to make him live his better life
my 26kg dog survived a car accident, and i carried her down from the second floor ten times a day, just so she could feel the grass and know she was loved. we made it through - now she’s my beautiful little cinnamon roll, running around and knocking people off their feet
then bc of that, my back gave up on me. legs stopped working. spine started to crumble. i hesitated for months before scheduling surgery abroad - only to relapse and end up in emergency surgery here. the rehab was brutal. i couldn’t even bring myself a glass of water. i held on to dreams of swimming, working, visiting friends, traveling again
and then, just as I thought I was getting better, the pain came back. the MRI showed what I never can imagine in my worst dream: doctor's negligence during the operation. now I have to face a second, harder surgery
and yet - i believe it’s going to be okay. no matter how scary, unfair, or unbearably sad it gets sometimes, i smile when my corgi-girl nudges me for a piece of whatever i’m eating. she survived. and so will i.
i want to treasure every single moment more than ever. please, hug your parents. hug your spouse. hug your kids, your dogs, your cats. hold close whatever is dear to you. the most precious thing we have is our loved ones and the moments of joy we share with them. everything else we can survive.
This is my photo for the 52 in 2019 Challenge - #26 - Discarded.
I haven't been commenting on photos, but have been checking in occasionally. I have suffered a relapse of the pain in my hands and wrists for some reason. Maybe it is the cold weather - Winter is really here now. Typing is painful, but hopefully I can once again find some relief from the pain, so I can get back to doing things that I love, such as photography and sewing my little critters. I was hoping that I would be free of pain before our trip to the UK in September/October, but as the days roll on, I am not feeling as positive now. It is just a tad over 10 weeks until we fly out.
Created specifically for the "Gratitude" challenge at Award Tree:
www.flickr.com/groups/awardtree/discuss/72157718782212166/
This encapsulates a couple things that on a daily basis I am grateful for...
1) When I was a little boy, I would always dream and fantasize about living in a big city. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of Florida! Im grateful for my adventurous spirit that I had in my twenties. On a whim...I bought a bus ticket to SF and spent four days on buses traveling to what would be my new home. To this day when Im on the Bay Bridge, I always think and remember when I was on that Greyhound bus...the sun rising, and I saw SF for the first time....I was ecstatic...and I will always call SF my home. Ive lived here for 29 years, and will never move away....even if I were to become homeless again.
2) As I mentioned....I was homeless here In SF. I succumbed to my addiction, and willingly became homeless so that I would have more money to sustain my addiction. How crazy was that.....that is the insanity of addiction. I was homeless for over two years. I slept in parks and on benches, and ate at churches that would supply food. It wasnt until I adressed my addiction, that I got honest with myself that my life began to turn around. Ive had my struggles, and some relapses.....but I never returned to the streets, thank God. I moved into an apartment in the Tenderloin and lived there for several years until moving to where I now live.
I live in the SOMA district, in a small high-rise, on the top floor. The artwork posted here is my view. Ive lived here for 3 years, and I have 4 years of recovery and sobriety.
These.....are things that I am grateful for on a daily basis....I have tears in my eyes as I write this as I never want to forget that I was homeless and where I slept, and how if I idnt get into recovery, I would never be able to live in this beautiful space.......and I always think of when I was little.....dreaming of living in a big city.
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NOCHE : Scrubs Shirt/Pants
Meet Xavier Moran--
By his early 30s, Xavier had built two lives: the respected ER doctor who saved strangers every night, and the addict who dissolved alone in his apartment every morning. His patients and colleagues saw a man with confidence, tattoos peeking from beneath scrubs, a sharp-tongued intensity that commanded attention. They didn’t see the sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, the panic when the pills ran low, or the shame that gnawed at him after every relapse.
He carries scars—some visible, like the faint arrow tattoo on his collarbone inked the night he swore he’d always push forward; some invisible, like the guilt of knowing he can heal others but can’t seem to heal himself. Miami still runs through his veins—heat, rhythm, temptation—and Xavier is caught between burning out and burning brighter.
For him, every day is a balancing act: between saving lives and losing himself, between being the man his parents dreamed he’d become and the man he fears he’s already become.
Flipping the Lens: Women's Perspective on the World of Men
" Most nice guys say they 'can be' a Don Juan anytime, but they choose not to be. Most women wonder if these men are nice because they choose to be, or if they were simply unable to win over the challenges of manhood.
To be a Don Juan is not just a choice for men, but rather an achievement that comes after hardship and growth. Some men may never attain this status in their lifetime, no matter how hard they try. It takes wisdom and courage to become a Don Juan (Redpill) "
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Methods for becoming a Don Juan ??
" Embrace the Don Juan mindset, acknowledge the amoral nature of existence, and understand that strength in character will always captivate women's hearts. "
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. . . How To . . .
There are 5 brief steps - the science of attraction and the ascent to becoming an ace that high-quality women pursue and admire.
Lv 1. Pure Bluepill
☑️ Completely immersed in fantasy
☑️ Living entirely within an idealistic fantasy
☑️ Unaware of the harsh realities of life and the truth
Lv 2. Acknowledge the Redpill
☑️ Beginning to understand the Redpill, but still holding onto Bluepill habits.
Lv 3. Purplepill
☑️ Grasping Redpill concepts, but struggling to fully adopt them due to lingering personal biases
☑️ Realizing that being a "nice guy" , being nice ALONE won't attract high-quality women without ample resources (attractive appearance, success, reputation, assets, power, or high quality connections)
☑️ Recognized that being a nice guy only works with high-quality women if one has abundant resources (attractive appearance, success, reputation, assets, power, or high quality connections)
Lv 4. Mindset shifted to Redpill
☑️ Firmly believing in the Redpill,
☑️ Well-versed in Reality and Redpill principles
☑️ Acknowledging of hypergamy
☑️ Gaining an understanding of hypergamy and how its impact on quality women's choices for seeking superior men or those with higher status/quality
☑️ Deeply comprehended Redpill but remained vulnerable to relapsing into Bluepill mindset when exposed to Bluepill media (movies, songs, books, media)
Lv 5. Pure Redpill
☑️ Living as a true Redpill.
☑️ Firmly rooted in reality with no possibility of returning to Bluepill mindset
☑️ Fully accepting reality and embracing a truly Redpill lifestyle, leaving no room for regression to Bluepill beliefs.
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#2 Why ???
Selfoss waterfall in Northeast Iceland on a day of relapse into deep winter. The entire waterfall sort of blended back into the landscape of dark rocks and fresh white snow.
Incredibly beautiful mountains we saw on our way along East Iceland's coast and interior. It was early May when I photographed these so imagine how they must look in deep winter!
Max went to the vet today. The good news is that the vet is happy with Max's progress, the treatment so far has been successful at reducing his encephalitis symptoms and has vastly improved his quality of life. There was a possibility he'd be staying in hospital today to have a second 12 hour IV chemo treatment but we're delaying this treatment until he relapses, which he could at some point. The bad news is that Max was very upset while he was at the vet. He's usually very good but he was unusually spicy and was hissing and spitting at everyone. The vet had to scruff him (he did it gently) to do the examination. Max was absolutely fine once we got home, he was his usual sweet self ❤️
After several years, I returned to the Horst-Heimbigner House to find that the barn had fallen down. But I was able to spend a good deal of time on the grounds shooting it with various cameras. More will follow.
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'Relapsed'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Adams County, Washington
October 2021
Prachuap-khiri-khan (Thaïlande) - Cette petite ville située à 250 km au sud de Bangkok, est une alternative reposante et bon marché, aux grandes stations balnéaires thaïlandaises. Située en bord de mer, cette ville accueille des expatriés en quête de quiétude. Quant aux touristes, en raison de la proximité de la capitale, ils sont essentiellement thaïlandais qui y séjournent principalement le week-end. Le reste de la semaine Prachuap-khiri-khan retombe dans sa torpeur.
Cette photo a été prise sur le marché de nuit en plein air, où il est possible de se restaurer pour une poignée de bahts (monnaie locale).
Night Market
Prachuap-khiri-khan (Thailand) - This small town located 250 km south of Bangkok, is a relaxing alternative to the big Thai seaside resorts. Located by the sea, this city welcomes expatriates in search of tranquility. As for tourists, due to the proximity of the capital, they are mainly Thai who stay there mainly on weekends. The rest of the week Prachuap-khiri-khan relapses into his torpor.
This photo was taken at the open-air night market, where you can eat for a handful of baht (local currency).
Yesterday I listened to Dax Sheperd's most recent episode of his podcast The Arm Chair Expert. He owned up to his audience that he had relapsed and was struggling with opioid addiction and is now on day 7 after 16 years of being sober. It was a very real and raw episode and I applaud him for his honesty and wish him the strength to continue fighting.
If you are struggling, remember it is ok to ask for help. It doesn't make you weak.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow.'” — Mary Anne Radmacher
The Myvatn region in the Central-Niorthern part of Iceland was formed by massive volcanic eruptions and activity and until this day there are geothermal fields, active fumaroles and sulphur mines and geothermal lakes. Arriving there after a relapse into winter made the landscape look even more surreal: partially covered in snow and yet steaming hot everywhere.
ICM image of Cromer Pier. iPhone, slow shutter app. Edited in Snapseed during a sleepless night due to yet another relapse of my back pain. Good job I’m not doing a 365!
My Cromer Pier album is here: www.flickr.com/photos/28992287@N03/albums/72177720310164307
Fresh off a 10 day isolation period with no significant signs of a relapse of Covid symptoms that some people have with the Paxlovid drug, my wife and I took off very early Saturday morning for a wildlife jaunt. We were out just as the sun was peeking over the horizon to see what mischief it could get up to.
I felt it might be a good trip as we were not even a half mile from our abode when we spotted 3 herons, the first time this summer we have seen multiple ones together. This one was nicely illuminated by the increasing sunlight.
Yikes! A stressful week made this caffeine relapse unavoidable! At least, it's Friday! Yay!!! I am going to a photography workshop this weekend. It is my first workshop and I am super-excited.
Have a lovely weekend!