What do I see?
Every day?
Red – when I am told not to express myself, that I am unable to express myself, what to think, that I don’t think, that I can’t think, that I can’t communicate, that I am unable to talk.
When I know I can.
And others know I can, too.
Darkness – I have lived in the shadow of darkness for too long.
Light – there is always light, and I choose light.
(response to Mara’a blog hop and a cry out for sanity)
Hi Andy. In my old job, I could absolutely relate to this. Such a frustrating and exhausting time. But I found light and here I am, surviving and thriving.
Nicely expressed 😊
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Thank you amd i am happy you are good now 🙂
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I think you got a good thing going now x
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Back when I was working in a pitch black darkroom for four years straight (walls, floor, and ceiling were all painted matte black — and all the light leaks were completely sealed), all I could think about was color. Color, color, color. Bright, rich, royal hues of all the colors.
I’m long past that now, but it was years before I could even think of anything other than bright cheerful colors.
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Mitch, that sounds like a terrible form of torture, all in a good cause no doubt though?
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That was what I did for work at the time. I was the Forox and Marron Carrel camera operator for a multi-image sweatshop down in Washington, DC. It was a 24/7 business, and I had the 4:00 am to noon shift.
All I did for my entire shift was shoot film and process it. B+W lith and E-6 slide film, hundreds of feet each day. Plus I was responsible for both the small lith processor and the huge E-6 line processor.
It was a horrible job, but it paid the bills. I had just gone through a divorce and was saddled with a mountain of debt, so I was grateful for the income.
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Wow, that is quite a story, lucky for us it didn’t put you off photography for ever!
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I did for awhile. It was about eight years before I could bring myself to pick up a camera again. It was my father-in-law giving me his Leica cameras that turned me around. 🙂
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Well, I am sure glad you picked up that camera!
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