She moved to Calgary and worked at Sears, until her disease manifested until she wasn’t much good to them either, so one day she just walked in front of a bus.
A stroke isn’t a magical event that changes how I look at things. There is no magic, only choice.
Had coffee with a new friend yesterday, he used to be my nurse in hospital. We talked about the notion I learned with a wife with a terminal degenerative illness ‘don’t treat patients (anybody) like they are broken’. This becomes, don’t treat yourself like you are broken. (Life must be easy, without discomfort or inconvenience. … Continue reading Self Pity is a Consequence
Image - SAUSAGE-MAKING, 1651 By David Teniers the Younger Saw an interview with “Photographer Matt Stuart (who) has been shooting on the street for over twenty years. In June 2016, he was announced as a Magnum nominee”[i], on lensculture.com[ii], a pay to play website where you can have them jury your images into a competition for 60 … Continue reading Street Sausage
Someone posted her video on Facebook. Enchanted, I read her bio, a survivor and recovering from a crash that left her vocal chords paralyzed. Paralysis is something I know a bit about, after having a stroke. Work hard, get better. Recover. Her parents taught her to read music by the time she was 3. I … Continue reading mean mary
It's a look I see often on the street and in coffee shops behind forced smiles and congeniality. It often finds it's way into my camera.
Picasso supposedly said, (my brackets) "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, (and please mommy) but a lifetime to paint like a child (and please myself )."