libratographer
Rohnert Park, UNITED STATES
I grew up in the wine country of California, married when I was 22 and moved to Honolulu with my sailor husband. It was the era of Viet Nam and it was a great town to be young in. After his stint on a submarine, we relocated in San Francisco for 7 years.The bio-clock hit us and we purchased a modest home in the wine country and produced first a daughter then a son. My husband was working for an oil company and called me one day asking if I’d like to move to Sudan. I grabbed the atlas to locate it: just South of Egypt. I said ok. We lived in Khartoum for 5 years, I learned Arabic, and how to butcher my own meat. We travelled extensively during those years and in many ways had a wonderful time.My husband and I divorced on returning home, and the children and I stayed in their birth home until they each moved out to live their lives.It was while they were young teenagers that I entered some photo contests and found that I had a good eye. I won a lot of prizes, and was recruited to be a staff photographer for a magazine as a result of my exposure (pardon the pun).Unfortunately, after the kids moved out I needed to get a better paying job with health benefits, and sold myself to 40 hours work/12 hours commuting. I had no energy and no interest in staying up late for anything in those days. Then I had the good fortune of my employer (one of the infamous mortgage companies of late) closing it’s doors.During the months of unemployment, I have had a chance to organize my life and even due fun things. I’m back into photography and writing; even experimenting with painting. Just today I found RedBubble and I am very excited with the prospects here.
Journals
My Red Pots
Last night I met with friends from the Center; we have created a weekly empowerment group. Each of us gave our Weather Report, our state of mind (exhausted, exhilirated, relieved, sad, etc). / We shared our experiences of the week, being Americans all, we reported on cooking that turkey, friends and relatives gathering to celebrate our Thanksgiving. Some had “lost pups”, friends-of-…
