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From the looks of this iceberg it must have had a long traumatic set of experiences during its multi-decade journey from the top of the Greenland icefield, down the Jakobshavn glacier and out the Illulissat Icefjord to where I photographed it in Disko Bay on an overcast day.
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Sunrise on a very Summery morning. Been in the mid 70's for much of December and we're told Christmas day will be the same.
Well, I'm back after converting us to a computer system which forced us to "upgrade" to the Windows 10 64 bit Operating system. Its not too traumatic if you're coming from Windows 7. In fact, with some workarounds, I've been able to eliminate "Tile World" and get back to the Windows 7 style desktop. Life is good again.
Some woman jumped in front of my train the other day, just before I was due to go on holiday. It has made my whole holiday feel like a weird, post-traumatic dream.
The amazing TALK, a sound and light installation by Visual System at the Atomium that spans several spheres: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UAacqWHmKY
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After the fight shown in the previous image, the sea otters swam away. Believing they were gone, I turned my attention to the other side of the bridge where white pelicans were feeding. After about 15 minutes I happened to glance back and saw that this pair was returning, most likely to feed again. I'm sure the fight was traumatic for the pup and mom had it snuggled up on her belly as she swam. The pup was almost as big as she was and I was amazed she could still swim. As she swam she groomed the pup, no doubt providing comfort and security. It soon regained its courage and off it went!
Sorry the pup's face is not in focus. I neglected to change f-stops as I switched from the farther off pelicans to the much closer otters.
Thanks so much for your views and comments - they are so appreciated!
BTW - the green thing on her rear foot is a tag.
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The struggle to survive is a worldwide phenomenon and the impacts of that battle are often traumatic. The diagnosis and treatment of trauma is often difficult, if the person can even access such care. Those most often impacted are the poorest and least empowered human beings on earth.
At the other end of the economic spectrum there are billionaires who pay little to no taxes, own yachts, jets, exotic automobiles, and many mansions. They spend millions like a normal person would spend hundreds of dollars.
It is a global disgrace that human dignity is so undervalued and ignored. There is a legitimate solution: to reasonably tax the wealthiest human beings on earth and utilize that revenue to create a system of healthcare that addresses mental health issues as well as homelessness and food scarcity for our poorest and most vulnerable people.
Montreal, Quebec
2025
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During a neurofeedback therapy appointment I had experienced the—common for me—painful, devastating, extremely sad, terrorizing effects of trauma I have survived which left me shaking, unable to function, open my eyes or talk as I was taken back to the awful experiences and was “re-living” the physical feelings, overpowering emotions and terror within me as my body did what it needed to work on “moving out” some of the trauma that’s been stored within my body for many, many years. Each day is very challenging for me and these frequent experiences leave me feeling so overwhelmed, extremely bad and scared even though I know working to free myself of the awful effects of trauma is necessary for my ongoing healing, growth and recovery process.
Throughout the 1 1/2 hour drive home from my neurofeedback appointment that day I was thankful to be able to see and pay attention to the beauty of the rain, storm clouds and the captivating sunset. While my husband drove us down our gravel road it was raining. As we sat in the driveway I looked across the corn field next to the edge of the yard and saw a rainbow. After a moment I managed to grab my camera, walk in the rain to the edge of the field as I admired the huge double rainbow and tried to capture what I saw. The rainbow was so large that I couldn’t fit it in one frame—it took 4 pictures with my 25mm lens to capture the bold arc of the double rainbow. It was such an encouraging sight to see this beautiful, big, bright rainbow. A love note from God saying and showing me that as He promised, He is faithful. It was like the few tears of deep sadness and unspeakable pain I had managed to cry earlier had formed into a breathtaking creation of hope.
While this mashup of images is not perfectly put together, it still has deep meaning to me. The imperfections and roughness of this conglomeration of photos really seems to align with the devastating, unspeakable, traumatic circumstances I never would have chosen for myself—there are still beautiful, pleasant, hopeful moments even among the awful circumstances…found through an openness and mindfulness in watching for those moments.
[images taken on 2-14-2023]
paltimesnews 21/X/25
'Reports from the Gaza Mental Health Program reveal that many children in Gaza are losing their ability to speak due to psychological trauma from the ongoing war and Israeli bombardment, not physical injuries.
Known as “psychological mutism,” affected children communicate through gestures and repetitive movements instead of words.
Dr. Hiba Haidar, a language disorders specialist, confirmed that UNICEF and WHO data link speech loss and stuttering directly to exposure to bombing and traumatic events.
Even before the genocide, over half of Gaza’s children showed symptoms of post-traumatic stress, and experts warn that the situation may worsen, increasing the psychological burden on the next generation.'
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BETHEL - CAPEL YR ANNIBYNWYR/ INDEPENDENT CHAPEL - CYNGHORDY - SIR GAERFYRDDIN/ CARMARTHENSHIRE (1872)
The field of psychiatry and neurology are rapidly changing. The revolution in research brought about by the discovery of non-invasive means of looking inside the brain has resulted in a rediscovery of the fundamental truth that the serious mental illnesses are the result of genetic, chemical, electrical, structural, or traumatic problems in the brain. More and more, we are discovering that Alzheimer's Disease, Tourette Syndrome, Seizure Disorders, Schizophrenia, Anxiety Disorders, and Depression are brain illnesses and deserve equivalent levels of treatment and compassion.
But, because we cannot know about nor provide information about all brain illnesses and traumas, we are especially concerned about Anxiety and Panic Disorders, Bipolar Disorder, Severe Depression, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, and Schizophrenia which are among the most devastating of the brain illnesses and about which there is still great misunderstanding and prejudice.
While other brain illnesses--from Alzheimer's to Seizure Disorder--can be equally debilitating, we find that the illnesses we are most concerned about continue to need our especial care and concern because of the misconceptions, discrimination, and potential for destruction that are involved in having or loving someone who has one of these five categories of brain illness.
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Here it is, the last in the series "Welcome to the Psych Ward". This has really been some of my best, and personal favorite, work on flickr I've done yet. I've learned so much and realized how truly, utterly, frighteningly complex the human mind is. I want to thank everyone so much for all of the views, comments, faves, suggestions, ideas, support, and love. You all are just too amazing for words. HUGE thanks to anyone who followed the project since the start.
I apologize if you had a mental illness suggestion i coulnt get around to or if my brain totally died and i just plain didnt have any ideas.
SO now when you hear about someone with some mental illness, maybe youll have a bit more interest to check it out. Cos were all morbid like that :)
I hope all of you learned something too
A couple of shots from a trip to Tenerife. I particularly like the one with the blue sky, however I feel the blacks could have been toned down a little but I do like the vibrant colours in this image.
These birds were so accomodating at times and allowed really close views. If I would have had the big prime lens combined with the R5, Im sure I would have got more quality shots. These are all with the 100-400, and the 7D mk ii.
Ive now broken up from work, so some last minute traumatic Christmas shopping (not my ideal outing :)
Thanks to all who view and comment on my images, much appreciated :)
So, I am finally back, sort of. After coming down with a condition called Costochondritis (Inflammation of soft tissue around ribs and sternum) from inhaling mold from the inside of an abandoned car, then discovering I have an acute allergy to dust as well, I am on an adventure to reshape my life health wise.
Now, about the photo, after watching a video, one of those top ten vids on YT, about dark things discovered on the internet (check out channel: Lazy Masquerade), it got me thinking about the many days during my younger years, my twenties and early thirties, when I DID view such extreme material frequently and why? I believe it was to do with drowning out my existing trauma, but viewing such extreme and graphic footage as well as invoking emotions in me, also spurred on by addiction, that also operated as a form of Self Injury (the emotional form).
It is quite common for those who have suffered such trauma(s), to seek extremes of things to essentially awaken something inside. It is in a bizarre way, one who is traumatised, essentially relives the trauma through invocation of extreme emotions, brought on this way.
If anyone finds themselves in this dilemma, please consider looking into yourself as to what it is that fuels these negative desires, that is something you need to cure. For me, I discovered this type of viewing simply left me feeling depressed and it weakens the soul, as is with thinking alcohol helps you hod on, it is a false therapy and does more harm than good, so I gave it up. Permanently!
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you.
PS: Please go to my Instagram page and look for my post alongside Italian Metal band Octo Crura: tinyurl.com/3umv49td
Tiva poses in the buttercups after our traumatic week.
On our walk on Monday Tiva and John were playing . We do not know exactly what happened but either her claw or tooth caught his finger and somehow the very tip of his finger was mangled.
John is blood phobic I had to get him back to the car as he tried not to pass out .
Once we got home i thought it would be fairly simple to get treatment. Sadly the lines of communication failed. We were unable to get through to the NHS help line or our doctor.
i drove to the doctors but they were not prepared to let us in as we had no appointment and Lockdown measures are in place.
They directed us to Southampton General..I dropped john off at the door and went to try and find parking. I got an hysterical call from john who was having a panic attack. The attendants on the door had removed the dressing and of course it was bleeding. they told John he had to go to the Royal South Hants and just left him to cope. I got him back to the car we had another drive, then we had a long walk around the hospital trying to find where the open door was. two hours after the accident had happened we finally got help.
Fortunately i went to the door with him and explained that he was extremly distressed and blood phobic.Although they could not let me in they were extremely good to John taking him to a quiet room and
getting him immediate
treatment. When they took the tissues off that i had put on it in the car apparently blood spurted everywhere..
After treatment he came home , went back two days later and has now had a small op to repair the finger. he has lost a little bit of finger but they are hoping it will now heal.
Our NHS are doing a marvellous job under difficult circumstances but as one of the nurses said to John Communication between Doctors and Hospitals has not worked as well as it should.
We were just unlucky .
I still think our NHS staff are doing a wonderful Job in difficult times.
Cropped to give you a closer view.
My sister and I went on a hike at the nature center. It wasn't long when a red-tailed hawk swooped in front of us and landed off the trail just ahead to our right. I said, "I wonder if it caught a snake." That was probably the least traumatic animal I could imagine (since I've never heard of one eating spiders...) Sure enough, he lifted off and landed on a limb on the other side of the trail and began working on his catch... a small snake. We stepped closer as I shot. Even when a couple passed right by that tree, he didn't budge.
When we told the couple about the hawk and snake, the man's eyes widened and he said had he known, he wouldn't have been anywhere around... it was the snake, not the hawk, that bothered him.
I figured the snake was sort of out of focus so I hope I don't bother people with seeing it being eaten. It looked completely dead lying on that limb, so he must have killed it quickly. I felt sorry for the snake, but was thankful it wasn't a rabbit. Yes, I know they have to eat...
Awhile ago, when time and space was a little less malaligned , I found myself in Paris visiting a dear old friend and staying at this hotel nearby for a couple of nights. The first night was rather uneventful. My friend and I drank in various brasseries until the sun came up then retired as if we were still twenty years younger when we first met and bursting with life and energy. The second night, however, there was an interruption of sleep that occurred pretty soon after my head hit the pillow. That was a Sunday morning and all of a sudden there was a shrieking and a yelling...a "what is that hideous thing" sort of screech. But, instead of a noun, the culprit was a verb. The incident related to an affair and a found out lover that was now dragged out in all sort of visual and auditory dimensions below us.
My first impulse was...is everyone ok? My mind was recalling what we had all thought we'd learned from the Kitty Genovese incident. The second instinct was to see what I could visually make out and bring sense to below. A woman scorned is not ready for the type of party the man wanted to throw. It was fighting to an extreme with a hotel staff intervening and trying to relax the situation. But, we all know what happens when you tell a woman to calm down, right? (DON'T EVER TELL A WOMAN TO CALM DOWN IN ANY LANGUAGE).
In any case, realizing that this woman was not in any danger, I started photographing all of the people looking on the situation and their reactions. It was a little like Hitchcock's Rear Window in a way but I wanted to document not the actual event but the ancillary human element. The event of a an affair is one that is all too common so this was more interesting to me.
It's times like these when I think back to that moment. We have all awakened into a traumatic experience. We may not be thinking straight after being bolted out of bed and we may definitely not feel like our best selves. But, at the same time, we feel the urgency and emotions of the moment and the sense that there are both indirect and direct effects of what is happening around us. We feel helpless and not sure of how to proceed in the wake of all of these insane executive orders from Trump and so we observe and/or hide depending on our citizen status. All we can do is live in this moment because the future is uncertain and unpredictable. Planning for this kind of thing seems impossible. We were just visitors on this Earth having fun on a weekend night to wake up to human trauma. And. we were hoping that car crashing into us would happen so much more slowly so we could get away. We're realizing we can't. We are affected just by being alive and human no matter how hard we try not to be.
At the end of the day, we cannot control the choices others make and the entropy it causes. We can only control our own reactions to it.
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Bit of ICM double exposure malarkey at Happisburgh, July 2017. Having sadly hit and killed a muntjac deer on the journey here, I was feeling pretty upset. With this being one of the first ICM images I've ever been 'happy' with, I think maybe what I was feeling standing on the beach that morning after such a traumatic experience has come through in the atmosphere of this shot...Or maybe that's complete nonsense and I just happen to like the results this time!
All-in-all, this past week has been a bit rubbish, heartbreakingly traumatic funeral, follow-up hospital visit after surgery on my foot (thanks, chemo) and a healthy dose of poison via canula. I am grateful that this weird drug has been invented and that I'm able to have it, so many in the United Kingdom are denied this treatment because they're caught up in the post code lottery, but it's still tough having it. I am achy in my bones and really longing for a chilled glass of wine, but we don't have any in the house so it'll be a long longing...
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Your traumatic experiences and devastating circumstances have left you perpetually living through many dark, desolate seasons. And somehow, in the midst of these brutally crippling seasons you can sometimes see some fallen beauty right where you are. What a gift it is to be able to notice and work to soak up the impact of these deeply meaningful moments.
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One morning after it rained I appreciated spending some time outside finding little moments of beauty like this. I find it refreshing how a layer of rain can change the perspective of my surroundings and I can often relate to the mood it creates.
Lindsey is doing PT twice a week and doing exercises at home, and going to the gym. She is up to 90 degrees bend in her knee, but it’s slow going. She has a two therapist team helping her, but it’s more like a good cop/bad cop situation. Hopefully, this week she can dump the ‘bad cop’.....Friday’s session was unnecessarily traumatic.
As accurate as I can be.....
"Shot at Dawn" a work by Andy De Comyn, based on the shooting of Private Herbert Burden at Ypres 1915... he was sadly only 17 years old.
When the government released the secrecy act some 75 years later the Shot at Dawn campaign was started to get pardons for the men and "Boys" in 2006 they won and all 306 British and Commonwealth Soldiers shot for Cowardice and an array of other offences received Posthumous pardons.
Some of the ages of those shot do not have an age to their stakes as they lied about being old enough to join up.
Post traumatic stress is now a known disorder thankfully.
I smile just to hide reality, I feel a coward for it... But I also feel that there has to come a point where people must be thinking, oh just get over it will you?! So I choose silence, the act that I'm fine, when inside the plague of reality eats at me.
It's been One Year I suddenly lost my beloved father from an unexpected fulminating stroke. He passed away on a Friday 13th, the worst day in my life. One year of Grieve, putting myself together, one day after the other.
It was traumatic, I've never cried as much, never hurt that much. I hadn't really learned the meaning of Despair till then. it's been a long process. He was the joy in our lives, our Anchor.
It was in the middle of a real storm, one I'd never expected, most powerful than I could've ever imagined, that I learned how strong and fragile I could be. One doesn't learn that until Darkness comes with no short notice... A water divisor I wish it hadn't happened.
I've learned a lot about myself and people in general after this.
I also learned who my real friends are, not that many, by the way, but priceless. Some stayed by my side, others revealed they weren't such good friends... and there were a few who surprised me, who checked on me from time to time to see how I was doing, offered me help, sincerely and not afraid I could accept it. I call it even.
I thank those good old friends and the new ones, for their support, compassion, their Friendship. I thank my boyfriend, my Family and my Brother, who has become our anchor.
and my Flickr friends who kept visiting and posting on my photos, even when I spent months hardly commenting on anyone's.
One doesn't remain the same after such loss. I haven't. Life is, indeed, short... and it can end from one minute to the other. I'm learning to say "I love you" more often, to give my love more often to the ones who matter.
In the last year my ambitions have also changed, I want to be happy doing what I do, I don't want to change the way I see the world and people through my lenses in order to fit where some people may think I should. Life is too short for that. I'll stand with the ones who appreciate, value, what I do.
As a person, I'll stand with good people, the strong in character, the ones who know the value of friendship, love. I want to be the best person I can, honor the man my father was and everything he taught me.
I learned so much from him, he was a Genuine Good, Unselfish, Loving Person. A Real Father, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend. A Great Man, with an amazing Character (one either has it or not, there's no mid term for that) a man of his Word. He was so Unique, died young... full of plans, full of life. The World is a sadder place without him.
It's with tears going down that I dedicate this self portrait to Him, who was never afraid to show the ones he loved how much he cared, who helped others, who raised his family with all his heart, love, tenderness. A man I'll miss till the end of my life.
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After a somewhat traumatic journey overnight from Katwa we arrived at New Jalpaiguri to find the early morning departure to Darjeeling had long gone. We quickly negotiated with a nearby taxi driver for the hire of his taxi for the day. He seemed to be aware of exactly what we needed, a fee was agreed, and off we set in hot pursuit. He was a good guy and we were able to catch the little train up before Tindharia. Here the train is passing through the town of Mahanadi, after a loco change at Tindharia. Loco is 'B' class No. 782, A Sharp Stewart product of 1899. The train is the 07.15 from New Jalpaiguri to Darjeeling.
A patient in Leprosy hospital in Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan.
36 acres Leprosy hospital a picture of neglect
The agony of Gregor Samsa in Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis of being rejected by his loved ones for no fault of his own, but due to a deformity that suddenly emerged out of nowhere, touched the hearts of many. The misery of being an outcast is traumatic in itself and is precisely what many lepers, admitted to the only city government-run leprosy hospital in Manghopir, feel. But their despair has multiplied owing to the dilapidated condition of the hospital building and inefficient management.
Leprosy is a contagious disease. According to the annual report of the Marie Adelaide Leprosy Centre, there are 700 new cases of the disease found annually in Pakistan. “Furthermore, those infected with the bacteria called Mycobacterium leprae, develop signs and symptoms of the disease in 3 to 40 years. It is transmitted from an infected and untreated patient through droplets (mucus), from the nose and mouth,” says a World Health Organisation (WHO) report.
Located in a far-flung area of the city, the leprosy hospital was built in 1896 by a philanthropist, Dr B.L. Roy. However, after being run by various NGOs it was handed over to the now defunct Karachi Municipal Corporation in 1960. There is no prize for guessing what happened to the facility afterwards.
According to the Medical Superintendent (MS), Dr Mohammad Abbasi, 180 patients are under treatment in this healthcare unit. However, this scribe could see not more than 80 to 100 patients at the time of the visit. Currently there are six doctors working at the hospital, out of which two work in the OPD till 1.30pm. The other doctors visit the hospital occasionally but are basically called when there is an emergency. The same is the case with the nurses and ward boys, (there are only two of each) and although they live on the premises, they too leave at 1.30pm.
The statements of the MS about the state of the hospital are quite quizzical. He says that most of the in-house patients have been cured and are staying there as they have no other place to go. He also claims that the majority of the lepers came when MDT was not introduced (before 1985) by the WHO, as earlier the disease was considered incurable. Nonetheless, when this reporter mentioned that a patient had been living there for not more than six years, he had no answer.
Thirty-six acres of the hospice’s land have been encroached upon and the administration says that they cannot do much about it. The hospital, which appears quite presentable whenever high-ups of the government have to visit it, in reality has a suffocating environment.
Walls in the ward have cracks running through them and paint flakes off due to dampness. When there is an electricity breakdown patients are seen lying on the floor to beat the heat. Bed sheets and pillows are stained and it seems that they haven’t been changed in ages. In addition to this, the patients have to wash their clothes themselves, while they have no access to recreation facilities.
Proper medicines are not visible on the bedside table. Instead, one can see cooking utensils as the patients have to cook their own food, as there are no cooks in the hospital. It is simply horrific to even imagine what will happen if any of the patients injures or burns themselves while cooking.
But the management seems to be in no particular hurry to appoint cooks. The MS maintains two reasons for this. “The old cooks have retired and the city government has to allow (us) to appoint new ones,” he says, adding that the other reason is that “no one wishes to work among lepers.”
The city government has sanctioned 100 employees, but the administration says they only have 80 people working for them. Forty patients are also employed as gardeners, gatekeepers, watchman etc. Though 30 of them draw their salary from the city government, the remainder are paid by some NGOs.
It is worth pondering whether these men and women, who have lost parts of their hands and feet to leprosy, can perform the job, for example, of a watchman satisfactorily? A recent incident quite clearly illustrates the pathetic situation.
A few men from the nearby colony entered the hospital, as there is no significant boundary wall to stop anyone, and proceeded to beat and rob one of the patients. The watchman tried, to the best of his ability, to stop the intruders but couldn’t do much. Dr Abbasi himself admits that he was helpless to prevent the incident.
On one hand the authorities claim they have no money to improve the conditions of the hospital. However, the administration has spent millions on the construction of a molecular laboratory, tuberculosis centre and dental healthcare unit. Then why are funds not being allocated for the uplift of this facility?
It is not difficult to understand why these patients are forced to live there. Abandoned by their families, they have no other place to go. Some of the women even have their children with them in the hospital. Male patients voice their concerns about food. It seems that they want to complain about other things as well, but the presence of the MS prevents them from doing so. However, the female patients are more careful in this respect and say that they do not have any complaints.
Talking to these patients, one senses an air of melancholy about them. Not being accepted by society they are confined to the hospital, while the attitude of their relatives has shattered them. Thirty-eight-year-old Najibur Rehman has been living in the hospital since he was a young boy. His family found out about him being infected with the disease when he was 9. They tried to have him treated by various hakims and doctors, but it was all in vain. His mother, brother and family visit him once in a while.
On the other hand Anwer Hussain says that he hates his family. When asked why, he says that “when I was diagnosed with leprosy, my mother did not come close to me.” He adds that “not even my dad or brothers bothered to come and see me.” He also criticises the hospital administration for not taking care of the patients. All the patients agree when he says that the hospital gives one piece of bread per meal, which is not enough for them.
Hailing from Chitral, Mirsawat, 70, sits on the floor of the hospital. He lost half of his foot and both of his eyes due to this bacterium. He doesn’t know what has happened to his family as he has not been in touch with them for ages. In fact, he has also lost track of the time when he first came here. He used to work as a street vendor in a nearby area and when he was diagnosed with leprosy, he moved to the hospital.
The situation in the female ward is no different. Bibi Khatoon, 70, sitting on the edge of her bed complains about the poor provision of electricity to the hospital. She reveals that she had to come here as most of her family lives in India. “After my husband died some years ago, I was left with no option,” she says. As she has no children of her own, her brother-in-law’s kids, living in Karachi, visit her. She very innocently says that her nieces and nephews do love her, “but they never take me home and therefore, I no longer insist.”
Sara, 30, had to leave her infant girl in Afghanistan seven years ago. She still remembers how her daughter looked like then. She says that the clothes she and the others wear are donated by charities. She thinks it is best for her to stay in the hospital so as to not infect any others with the disease.
It seems extremely unfair for these patients to suffer further due to the incompetence and neglect of the hospital staff. The city government should try to improve the living standard of these people. If they are cured, they should be shifted to a place where they can settle down and rejoin the fabric of society.
Park named after freedom conductor, Harriet Tubman, and abolitionist, Thomas Garrett. My great great great grandfather, Abraham D Shadd, was a shoemaker and a part of Thomas Garrett's underground railroad network in the Baltimore/Wilmington/Philadelphia area.
This is from Wikipedia, regarding Harriet Tubman ...
Harriet Tubman (born Araminta Ross, c. 1820 – 10 March 1913) was an African-American abolitionist, humanitarian, and Union spy during the U.S. Civil War. After escaping from captivity, she made thirteen missions to rescue over seventy slaves using the network of antislavery activists and safe houses known as the Underground Railroad. She later helped John Brown recruit men for his raid on Harpers Ferry, and in the post-war era struggled for women's suffrage.
Born into slavery in Dorchester County, Maryland, Tubman was beaten and whipped by her various owners as a child. Early in her life, she suffered a traumatic head wound when an irate slave owner threw a heavy metal weight at her, intending to hit another slave. The injury caused disabling seizures, headaches, and powerful visionary and dream activity, and spells of hypersomnia which occurred throughout her entire life. A devout Christian, she ascribed her visions and vivid dreams to premonitions from God.
In 1849, Tubman escaped to Philadelphia, then immediately returned to Maryland to rescue her family. Slowly, one group at a time, she brought relatives with her out of the state, and eventually guided dozens of other slaves to freedom. Traveling by night and in extreme secrecy, Tubman (or "Moses", as she was called) "never lost a passenger". Heavy rewards were offered for many of the people she helped bring away, but no one ever knew it was Harriet Tubman who was helping them. When a far-reaching United States Fugitive Slave Law was passed in 1850, she helped guide fugitives further north into Canada, and helped newly-freed slaves find work.
When the American Civil War began, Tubman worked for the Union Army, first as a cook and nurse, and then as an armed scout and spy. The first woman to lead an armed expedition in the war, she guided the raid on the Combahee River, which liberated more than seven hundred slaves. After the war, she retired to the family home in Auburn, New York, where she cared for her aging parents. She was active in the women's suffrage movement until illness overtook her and she had to be admitted to a home for elderly African-Americans she had helped open years earlier. After she died in 1913, she became an icon of American courage and freedom.
And this from Wikipedia, regarding Thomas Garrett ....
Thomas Garrett (August 21, 1789 – January 25, 1871) was an abolitionist and leader in the Underground Railroad movement before the American Civil War.
Garrett was born into a prosperous landowning Quaker family on their homestead called "Thornfield" in Delaware County, Pennsylvania. The house in which he lived until 1822, which was built around 1800, still stands today in what is now Drexel Hill in Upper Darby Township.
In a family already inclined to abolitionism, Thomas was exceptionally dedicated. When a family servant was kidnapped by men who planned to sell her as a slave in the South, he tracked them down and released her.
A follower of the schismatic Quaker leader Elias Hicks, Garrett split with his orthodox family and moved to Wilmington in the neighboring slave state of Delaware to strike out on his own and pursue his struggle against slavery. He established an iron and hardware business and made it prosper.
As he worked in the iron and hardware business in Wilmington, Garrett openly worked as a Station Master on the last stop of the Underground Railroad in the state. Because he openly defied slave hunters as well as the slave system, Garrett had no need of secret rooms in his house at 227 Shipley Street. The authorities were aware of his activities. However, he was never arrested, but in 1848 he and a fellow Quaker, John Hunn, were tried and found guilty of helping a family of slaves escape. They were both found guilty and fined. Because he was the architect of the escape, Garrett, in particular was fined $4,500. However, a compromised settlement was made and a lien was put on his house until the fine was paid. With the aid of friends Garrett was able to pay the fine and continue in his iron and hardware business and helping runaway slaves to freedom.
Garrett was visited by William Lloyd Garrison, whom he admired greatly. However, they had different views regarding the opposition to slavery. Garrison was a complete non-resistant. He was willing to be a martyr to the abolition of slavery and would not defend himself if attacked physically. Garrett, on the other hand, believed slavery could only be abolished through a civil war and, when he was attacked physically, defended himself by actually subduing his attackers.
Garrett was also a friend and benefactor to the great Underground Railroad Conductor, Harriet Tubman, who passed through his station many times, during which he frequently provided her with money and shoes to continue her missions of conducting runaways from slavery to freedom. Garrett was singularly responsible for assisting Tubman to rescue her parents from the slave system, though both were free people at the time Tubman rescued them (Tubman's father was going to be arrested for secreting runaway slaves in his cabin). He provided Tubman with the money and the means for them to escape.
The number of runaways Garrett assisted has sometimes been exaggerated. However, he himself said he "only helped 2,700" before the Civil War put an end to slavery.
During the war, his house was guarded by the free Negroes of Wilmington. During the passage of the 15th Amendment, giving Negro males the right to vote, the Negroes of Wilmington carried him through the streets in an open barouche with a label, "Our Moses."
Thomas Garrett died on January 25, 1871. His body, on a bier, was borne on the shoulders of freed blacks to the Quaker Meeting House on West 4th Street in Wilmington, where he was interred.
A municipal park in Wilmington is named Tubman-Garrett Riverfront Park after the two Underground Railroad agents and friends.
For info about the Harriet Tubman Historical Society, see www.harriettubman.com/index.html
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This is also entered in Sarah Ann Loreth's Photography contest.
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When Red was only 10 years old, she witnessed her grandmother being attacked by a large wolf in her kitchen. Red screamed and hid, but could still see her grandmother and the wolf. Her grandmother survived the attack, but died several weeks later.
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6 years later
Red suffered with extreme guilt for not helping her grandmother, and developed a strong fear of wolves. She also suffered from reoccurring nightmares, of her grandmother being attacked. She returned to her grandmother's house several times, but refused to go into the kitchen. On the 6th year anniversary of her grandmother's death, she walked into the kitchen for the first time since the attack. She suffered from a flashback, and was unable to distinguish the difference between reality and the flashback...
She recovered soon, and started going to therapy. Two weeks later, she was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
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PTSD is an anxiety disorder that some people get after seeing or living through a dangerous event.
When in danger, it’s natural to feel afraid. This fear triggers many split-second changes in the body to prepare to defend against the danger or to avoid it. This “fight-or-flight” response is a healthy reaction meant to protect a person from harm. But in PTSD, this reaction is changed or damaged. People who have PTSD may feel stressed or frightened even when they’re no longer in danger.
-National Institute of Natural Health
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Symptoms:
-Flashbacks—reliving the trauma over and over, including physical symptoms like a racing heart or sweating
-Bad dreams
-Frightening thoughts.
-Staying away from places, events, or objects that are reminders of the experience
-Feeling emotionally numb
-Feeling strong guilt, depression, or worry
-Being easily startled
-Feeling tense or “on edge”
-Having difficulty sleeping, and/or having angry outbursts.
-NIMH
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Camp LeJeune, NC gung-ho picture, before spending time stateside, then requesting orders for Viet Nam. Around Spring time, 1968.
The Articles of the Code of Conduct
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ARTICLE I
I am an American, fighting the forces which guard my country and our way of life. I am prepared to give my life in their defense.
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ARTICLE II
I will never surrender of my own free will. If in command, I will never surrender the members of my command while they still have the means to resist.
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ARTICLE III
If I am captured I will continue to resist by all means available. I will make every effort to escape and to aid others to escape. I will accept neither parole nor special favors from the enemy.
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ARTICLE IV
If I become a prisoner of war, I will keep faith with my fellow prisoners. I will give no information nor take part in any action which might be harmfull to my comrades. If I am senior, I will take command.If not, I will obey lawful orders of those appointed over me and will back them in every way.
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ARTICLE V
When questioned, should I become a prisoner of war, I am required to give name,rank, service number, and date of birth. I will evade answering further questions to the utmost of my ability. I will make no oral or written statements disloyal to my coutry or its allies or harmful to their cause.
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ARTICLE VI
I will never forget that I am an American, fighting for freedom, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
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This is my life and my story - then and now
This is my brother. we were raised in foster homes and throughout most of our early adulthood. I went one way (military) and he went another, (street life and in and out of prison for non violent crimes)
Homelessness and alcohol ruled his life, mine was ruled by raising a family and living thousands of miles away from him while I was in the army. We connected several times during those 20 years and he lived with me for over a year at one duty station in the 1980′s but then we went our separate ways again.
I moved to California after retiring from the military 14 years ago and he would visit the kids and I but was drunk most of the time.
About 10 years ago he hit rock bottom when he was drinking sun up to sun down and had a severe car accident that required surgeries for internal injuries and several broken bones in his hand and arm. 6 months later he had an alcoholic seizure that caused him to incur a traumatic brain injury, surgery and a month in a coma. I kept him at my place after his release from the hospital, got him on disability and was looking for long term care but all this still didn’t stop him from drinking – so we were estranged and he lived with a family he knew.
I found him this past April and learned that he has been sober for 8 years. He still has a few seizures a year from the scarring on his brain.
It is amazing how people can change – it is even more amazing that in this photo he is only 53 years old and I was 51.
I felt 107 in this photo but it was a good day.
you can see his left hand (yes he is a lefty) can't open fully and he has scars on his face. On the left side of his head there is a big dent and scar that runs from his temple to the back of his head and he has a scar from his chest to his belly button. Loma Linda Hospital saved his life twice but he saved his life once and that is what brought us to this day.
He has a memory like steel for the past but can't remember something from 12 hours ago - he tries to write down reminders and then forgets where he left them or the importance of them when he sees them. Something as simple as fasting the night before a blood test is lost from when he goes to bed to when he gets up in the morning, or even the fact that he has a doctor's appointment.
. . . It was nice to have 10 foot waves on Lake Michigan while the temperature was still quite warm last week! The traumatic near drowning of two teenage girls at Grand Haven dominated the news and went viral, but the attraction for the photographers was this!
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Cambodian Strenth
This woman is about 74 years old. For most of her life Cambodian was going through one traumatic period after another. She has suffered so much loss during her life; family, friends and maybe even children. Still she can summen up a smile and a sparkle in her eye. I love Cambodian women, I know dozens of them…they are strong women. They are also kind and gentle.
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I should have set my alarm for this morning (12 December 2015) after all, as my 'traumatic' afternoon yesterday seems to have tired me out even more than I realized, lol. I actually had to go to a shopping mall, something that I normally avoid at all cost - and just two weeks before Christmas! This insanity was caused by an electric kettle that had finally worn out the evening before and I knew there was no way around it. This trip reminded me why I dislike this time of year so much!
Later, to calm my frazzled nerves, I started looking through some scenic shots in my archives. This was one of the first ones I came across, taken more or less a year ago. A change of colour for my photostream, too.
What a day I had a year ago, on 7 December 2014, with friends Cathy and Terry, in an absolute winter wonderland! We set off about 7:45 a.m. (still dark) and drove westwards to the Kananaskis area of our majestic mountains. Early in the drive, the sunrise turned the still distant mountains pink (zoomed photo that made the mountains appear closer than they actually were). This is always such an amazing sight to see. Full moon for us was 6 December, about 24 hours before this day trip began.
Once we had reached Kananaskis, we drove the area of Highway 40 that is still open (the rest of this highway is closed during the winter months) and also the Smith-Dorrien road. There had been a recent snowfall and the trees were still covered in snow, which turned everywhere into a winter wonderland. There was no wind and the temperatures hovered a few degrees around 0C. Sunshine, a few clouds, and fun company made it such a great day!
My friends had been hoping for a long time to be able to show me a winter Moose and, on this day, they did well, finding a beautiful female and, at another location, a male with antlers that looked rather like two little twigs sticking out of the side of his head. The size of both these wild animals was huge! The closest we saw them both was when they approached the car. You can stop the car some distance away from them, but if they are busy licking off the salt and minerals from any car in sight, they sometimes might eventually come close. All the female was interested in was doing this very thing : ) She would occasionally stop, straighten up and look and listen - usually this would be because she had heard or seen people snow-shoeing or cross-country skiing on a nearby trail through the forest. The rest of the time, she licked and licked and licked some more - the slurping sound could be heard from quite some distance :) At one point, she bent both front knees to kneel, so that she could reach the lower part of a vehicle. Lol, she did a fine job of cleaning headlights till they shone. Impressive and rather amusing at the same time. Free carwash, anyone??
We saw the female first, then the youngish male, and then we saw the same female a second time, later. After feeding on dead leaves and tiny twigs from under the deep snow, she then lay down in the snow among some trees - the first time I had ever seen a Moose lying down. Such a peaceful scene - no one else was around either.
I always feel so privileged when I witness any kind of wildlife, especially so when you get the chance to watch a while and learn the behaviour of the animal or bird you are lucky enough to see. My friends were so delighted to be able to let me experience this, though I've always said that just being in such spectacular scenery and being able to photograph the mountains is more than enough for me.
This tiny jeweled visitor crashed into my bedroom window today and landed headfirst into the cold deep snow. I scooped him out and tried to warm him in my hands. I put him on a patio chair not sure if he would live. I could see his little chest moving as he lay quietly on his side. However, a few minutes later he propped himself up and getting his bearings- or pondering the traumatic event for a few moments, off he flew on his journeys no worse for wear!! . It made my day!
not sure if he is Anna's or Ruby Throated species.
texture by A. Lenabem
800....
( Scherzo ) :-)
Free number for traumatic awakenings
(I'm joking, but not too much)
Mia mamma mi diceva che le studiavo di notte... Questo da mezza addormentata. Ho sonno
Zoos have evolved over the years to make the life of an animal less and less traumatic, although it is still a prison for entertainment. Unlike those parks where the work to preserve species and recover those at risk of extinction seems to me to be an extremely important social and environmental job. Seeing that there are still zoos where you see that it is simply a prison makes me sad and angry, seeing the aggressive attitude of many animals in these zoos already gives you an idea of the discomfort they feel there and in those conditions. I have mixed feelings, but I am clear that if they gave me the option to choose, I would release them all. I dedicate this series to all those animals that in one way or another live in a prison, or simply have their freedom stolen from them.
Los zoo durante años han evolucionado para que cada vez sea menos traumática la vida de un animal, aunque sigue siendo una cárcel para entretener. A diferencia de aquellos parques donde el trabajo para preservar especies y recuperar aquellas en riesgo de extinción me parece un trabajo social y ambiental sumamente importante. Ver que todavía existan zoo donde ves que simplemente es una cárcel me genera tristeza y rabia, ver la actitud agresiva de muchos animales en estos zoo ya te dan a entender el malestar que tienen estando allí y en esas condiciones. Tengo mis sentimientos encontrados, pero tengo claro que si me dan la opción a elegir, los soltaría a todos.. Esta serie se la dedico a todos aquellos animales que de una u otra manera viven en una cárcel, o simplemente les roban su libertad.
one of the petites fours from my fabulous, swanky cocktail party last night! i have to thank my friend matt for the inspiration for this photo and for the candles - i love this candle!
today has been a very good day, and turning 35 has been considerably less traumatic than i had imagined.
incidently, i took this photo then ate the petit four. unbelievable...
A few more odds and ends from my archives, I am adding the description that I wrote under a different image taken on the same outing. Will be without my car for another several weeks minimum (sigh!), so will be posting images from my archives for quite a while.
"I should have set my alarm for this morning (12 December 2015) after all, as my 'traumatic' afternoon yesterday seems to have tired me out even more than I realized, lol. I actually had to go to a shopping mall, something that I normally avoid at all cost - and just two weeks before Christmas! This insanity was caused by an electric kettle that had finally worn out the evening before and I knew there was no way around it. This trip reminded me why I dislike this time of year so much!
Later, to calm my frazzled nerves, I started looking through some scenic shots in my archives. This was one of the first ones I came across, taken more or less a year ago. A change of colour for my photostream, too.
What a day I had a year ago, on 7 December 2014, with friends, in an absolute winter wonderland! We set off about 7:45 a.m. (still dark) and drove westwards to the Kananaskis area of our majestic mountains. Early in the drive, the sunrise turned the still distant mountains pink (zoomed photo that made the mountains appear closer than they actually were). This is always such an amazing sight to see. Full moon for us was 6 December, about 24 hours before this day trip began.
Once we had reached Kananaskis, we drove the area of Highway 40 that is still open (the rest of this highway is closed during the winter months) and also the Smith-Dorrien road. There had been a recent snowfall and the trees were still covered in snow, which turned everywhere into a winter wonderland. There was no wind and the temperatures hovered a few degrees around 0C. Sunshine, a few clouds, and fun company made it such a great day!
My friends had been hoping for a long time to be able to show me a winter Moose and, on this day, they did well, finding a beautiful female and, at another location, a male with antlers that looked rather like two little twigs sticking out of the side of his head. The size of both these wild animals was huge! The closest we saw them both was when they approached the car. You can stop the car some distance away from them, but if they are busy licking off the salt and minerals from any car in sight, they sometimes might eventually come close. All the female was interested in was doing this very thing : ) She would occasionally stop, straighten up and look and listen - usually this would be because she had heard or seen people snow-shoeing or cross-country skiing on a nearby trail through the forest. The rest of the time, she licked and licked and licked some more - the slurping sound could be heard from quite some distance :) At one point, she bent both front knees to kneel, so that she could reach the lower part of a vehicle. Lol, she did a fine job of cleaning headlights till they shone. Impressive and rather amusing at the same time. Free carwash, anyone??
We saw the female first, then the youngish male, and then we saw the same female a second time, later. After feeding on dead leaves and tiny twigs from under the deep snow, she then lay down in the snow among some trees - the first time I had ever seen a Moose lying down. Such a peaceful scene - no one else was around either.
I always feel so privileged when I witness any kind of wildlife, especially so when you get the chance to watch a while and learn the behaviour of the animal or bird you are lucky enough to see. My friends were so delighted to be able to let me experience this, though I've always said that just being in such spectacular scenery and being able to photograph the mountains is more than enough for me."
I didn't realize her birthday was yesterday so this is a day late. She'll probably never see it anyway but just in case, Happy Birthday. You're an incredible musician and I know how weird and traumatic it is when you turn 30.
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Deep dream generated.
Very traumatic day, abandoned by my Mum for a whole day, can still remember it! Westmead infants' school, opened in the mid 1800's closed around 1980 and now demolished. Separate entrances for boys and girls, normal I assume back then.
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Created by local artist Ray Lonsdale, the sculpture is also intended to represent Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which many of the returning soldiers endured. Mr Lonsdale got his idea for the piece after hearing a story about a soldier from nearby Murton who won a war medal.
I don't even want to talk about how difficult this shot turned out to be. But I will give the less traumatic details.
First off, I know this shot has been done before, but not by me - I wanted to try my hand to get some more technical experience (be careful what you wish for).
I'd seen some shots like this where the bulb is sitting on a black base but I decided I wanted it truly floating in the air. So there is a dowel glued to the back of the base of the bulb with the wires taped along it. The advantage of this is that the bulb really is suspended and I like the way that looks. The disadvantage is that the camera angle has to be precisely positioned to hide the dowel.
With the dowel attached and the wiring done (I've determined while I may have a few talents, soldering is not one of them) I then had to set up for a dark field light shot. The flag blocking the light was an extra challenge because I had to allow the dowel to pass through it. This was traumatic part of the setup. Let's just say I used two pieces of card, slots in both and lots of black tape and not talk about it anymore.
So, I've got it mounted, wired to a dimmer switch and set up for dark field lighting. The first test shots revealed that the base of the bulb was not lit up at all so you couldn't even tell that it was suspended in the air (kind of defeated the purpose of the shot). To add some light there is a mirror tilted at an angle to cast some light up to the base.
With that issue taken care of I found that even with the lights off I got a reflection of two walls and the ceiling of my dining room reflected in the curved sides of the glass. To deal with that I propped a black flag on one side, laid another on against my chest and held a third overhead (does anyone know where I can get at least one more arm?).
After many attempts this is the FINAL shot. How final? As I typed this my solder gave way and with a hiss, a pop and a small spark the whole thing just blew in front of me. I'm going drinking.
So hmm this is a little simple thing for this one i was planning on editing the day i took it but you know one thing led to another and i was working on homework and writing papers D:
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