I have posted this "topic" on the CFS Forum, which is my major issue at this time, but then I remembered all the days, years of the darkness and "pits of hell" and thought about this site. With CFS, our physical movement is so limited or non-existent at times....with the depression, there are options of writing, poems, stories, painting. etc. Being the addictive, somewhat obessive person that I am, I always seem to do something all out or not at all :) My daughter laughingly says that I am creating my own legacy through my needlepoint, quilting, etc. But the she gets serious and states that my photography is the most important. It is a life chronicle of not only me, my life, the family, but what I have seen over a lifetime. She is a wise daughter. It has allowed me to express many moods, feelings, visions. "A picture is worth a 1000 words." With this episode of CFS, wherein my world at this time is limited to my home, photography allows me the joy of a beauty of a flower, the antics of "my guys", the sadness of a dead bird, the comfort of the canopy of my trees. Other peoples photos give me an adventure, a cool breeze through my hair, a feeling of their shared pain.
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