I am a Registered Nurse at a nursing home/rehab facility. We care for a lot of psychiatric patients, TBI patients, and some of your general nursing-home types. I have a love for visual, written, and auditory art. I write a little, and take pictures a lot. If any editing has been done to a photo I will list it in the description. I see photography as a way to remember a meaningful moment in time, or to share the beauty (or in some cases, the hilarity) of something with somebody who wasn’t there to see it with their own eyes.
Besides the above stated interests/hobbies/passions, I also enjoy baking and cooking – and I’m always more than willing to trade recipes.
On the road of life, don’t forget to pause for the memories.
:-)
Michelle Hitt hosts Falling Leaves and Welcome to Wisconsin and is a member of 1:1 Macro Photography (Limit: 2 posts per 24 hour period), All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Everything Winter, Food for Thought, Friends of RedBubble, Icy Cold, Lake Superior: Gitchigami, Light and Reflection 1/24, Michigan Outdoors, Rural Around The Globe, Selective Coloring, Shots in the Fog, Snail Mail, Still Life Photography, The Art of Nursing, The Eyes Have It and Two Word Challenge.
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Shivers. / I’m cold. / Boosebumps sneak up / Covering my body entirely. / I listen to the wind / Oudside, howling through the trees - / It rattles my window panes / Giving me / More of a chill. …
Goosebumps jump up across your skin / I ask if you’re cold / You shake your head, “No” / I sit on the little stool watching / As you shave another bit of stubble / From your rosy cheek / You wor…
Where liquors flow / Right out the doors / And peanut shells / Cover dirty floors / Where times stands still / But at the same time not / Where memories are made / But soon forgot / Where fantasy girl…
We used to sit / And talk for hours / We used to run / Through the April showers / We used to build / Sand castles and towers / But he’s a soldier now We used to love / To laugh and play / An…
We used to sit / On the worn-out carpet / In the hallway / And listen / While she’d play / Masterpiece after masterpiece / Late into the night She thought we were in bed / Her only audience /…
To nap, or not to nap; what a ridiculous question: whether ‘tis better for my eyes / To suffer attempting to hold themselves / Open to the light of day or to let them / Slam shut and let darknes…