Shattered

I have a form of bipolar that is pretty indescribable, which is why they call it NOS, Not Otherwise Specified. It's a fragile place to live. About this photo: I'm not sure why, but this drinking glass shattered spontaneously in my husband's hand when he removed it from the cabinet the other night. It was sudden,... Continue Reading →

Life From Above

There is something different about looking at the world from above. A distance that is all too familiar when you live with severe depression, anxiety, or bipolar; or all of the above. Everyone else is part of a nameless, faceless world that is moving on beneath you, without even a glance. I shot almost exclusively... Continue Reading →

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