In this case, this year I have been processing a lot of sickness and death. As the year draws to a close, and I go through my photos from the year, I have discovered that I have expressed these struggles through my photos.
There’s just something about being outside in the solitude of nature and in the quiet that gives me room to think of them, and through the act of taking photos for even just a few minutes I feel as if I’m with them.
I’ve learned that I can’t stop the hurricane, so to speak, but I can deal with it, and prepare for what it leaves in its wake.
I want so badly to get out and photograph. There's only one problem. Neuropathy