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Facebook and Twitter have become my primary means of internet communication as of late but there is within me a desire to give my writer’s block the angioplasty treatment it may need. In the meantime, evidence that I have continued my love of photography...
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If I have learned nothing else about my bipolar II today, it is that I am certainly not the only one in similar circumstances who has found photography to be a healing past-time. Facebook is teeming today with some of the creative works...
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Filed under: autobiography, childhood trauma, activism, AIDS and HIV, photography, mental health, bipolar, bipolar II, stigma, PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), sexual abuse, suicide, adult survivors
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I’ve just entered three photographs in Touched By Fire, a non-profit program “to celebrate, support, and inspire the work of artists with mood disorders such as depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. An initiative of the Mood Disorders...
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Hopped up on sugar and caffeine early this morning I had the bright idea of seeing if I could get to the Scarborough Bluffs in time for some sunrise photos. I won’t disclose how I got there other than to say that it involved the kindness of neither...
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This was the last photograph I took on Sunday before going ass-over-tea-kettle into the waters of the Tay River’s Grant’s Creek at Allan Mills. I then walked across the arched, stone bridge I’ve photographed on other occasions to get...
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by kenngc Click on the pic for the complete album. There’s a story to go with the final handful of pictures from Allan’s Mill, one of my favourite spots. As I walked along the banks of the creek, walking backwards mind you so as to get the...
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This Sunday, yes April Fools Day, would have been my father’s eighty-fifth birthday. I last saw him when the whole family gathered in Perth to mark his seventy-fifth, within months of his first stroke. It was a very happy occasion, given the warning...
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It’s hard to believe that it will be forty-five years ago this spring since the opening of Canada’s first World’s Fair – Expo ’67. I have assembled a number of post-card images from that summer (some photos, a few just artist’s...
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Click here for a link to an album of pictures from my busy weekend in Montréal. (As I write this I still have a half-day left here so there will be more pictures added eventually.) Arriving here mid-afternoon Friday I`ve experienced the city in winter...
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This time last year, visiting Perth for Thanksgiving, I set out for a walk, the route of which I could easily picture in my mind but the distance (see map)…not so much. It seems an even longer walk to recall, one year later, limited as I am by injury...
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I have been scanning some photos stored in shoe-boxes and managed to touch up several from a class trip to London which took place during March Break in 1976. (How fortunate I was – what a privilege – to have been able to go on such...
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By “ambulance chasers” I mean media who wish they could report on the illness, the meds, a cure and some drama all in about 52 seconds. And they try. This year, rather than run to the annual UNAIDS report on HIV prevalence (good news and bad...
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I like visiting cemeteries, at least on those occasions when I am not there in mourning. ‘Twas ever thus, be it the Protestant cemetery two blocks from our church in Salaberry-de-Valleyfield, Elmwood Cemetery in Perth where several Chaplins...
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I’m the only one, I dare say, who can appreciate at this very moment – Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 04 04 06 01 EST – both the frustration and the ‘been punk’d’ feeling I have after experiencing countless “(Not Responding)” messages from any number...
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It was not for lack of Vitamin D, absorbed during a short photography walk yesterday, that I awoke before dawn today coming out of an unusually coherent dream and gasping for breath. I knew my blood glucose had crashed; no need to waste a test strip on...