Chronicles 2013 Great Blue Heron life, intimacy and trust. Examines role over a history tens of millions years longer than that of our own. A brain injury survivor, vestibular home exercises, convergence of Ann Arbor's timeless park systems, and Blue. Perhaps in the process, a possible reason why the arbor monkeys left the security and munch of branches to first come down and walk upright, with the blob at the top. How about the idea for a spear? Branches don't work all that well. Arrowheads require coordination and strength not yet in the brain and bones. Where did they come from? Ten years ago the Canadian Wildlife Service released results of their 25 year study of Quebec nesting heronry, affirming nest activity by food dropped underneath upchucked by either parent or brood, portions of brood itself, or always the good ol' poop. It could source bone and brain development of monkeys.Over 10 dozen intimate captures documenting heron and a brain injury survivor sharing the same space at the mouth of Traver Creek flowing into the Huron River at the much beloved Ann Arbor Michigan. Fulfilling our our place in the circle of life we call nature. The University of Michigan libraries availed one low hanging fruit after another of what is one of the most ancient creatures to bless this world.The bicentennial of the University's founding is at the end of the month.
Shortly after my traumatic brain injury (TBI) from a 2003 pickup vs bicycle accident, a doctor elucidated why perhaps suddenly I was 'hauling all this framed art home from the resale shops'. I never had an interest in it. “The TBI often struggles appreciating literature and film. Classic deficits in memory, attention and information processing can stunt even the most beautiful story’s flow and harmony. Still imaging savors it within the four sides of the frame. No need to rewind DVDs, buy another ticket, or flip to prior chapters to verify plot and character development. Interpretation is focused, explored and arrived at one’s own pace.” From a NY Port Authority layover in October '08, returning from a dual TBI symposium at New Jersey's beautiful Montclair State University, I meandered out onto the bright lights of Broadway. At a shop with products all assembled in the window I purchased my first point and shoot, at age 44 -a Canon Powershot. The next community college semester I took only Intro to Photography. By year's end work was published and recognized scholastically, nationally and internationally, over a dozen times. Free websites were offered finalists in Photographers Forum's 2010 Spring Call For Entries. It needed a domain. The otherwise somewhat oxymoron TBI Photography, came naturally. Their Best of College Photography call, months prior, also juried the same. Priority remains at tbiphoto.com reaching survivors who, to date, decline medical help per fear of social stigma surviving towards an insulted brain. The millennium wars brought home TBIs, their signature injury, from the improvised explosive devises(IEDs) and resulting explosion in brain science. Hence, this is an exciting time for diagnosis and care, after onset. Life indeed may change with TBI, but doesn't have to end --leaving it still, what you make it. Work is mostly from where I reside, the much beloved Ann Arbor, Michigan. For years balance exercises went off terrain onto beautiful park systems that converge next door. Just upstream from the University of Michigan's famed Nichols arboretum. Splendidly divided by a classic oxbow of the Huron River, silting Cedar Bend Ridge. The wild interact, if at all, largely with the focus of North Campus medical ambitions, grades and degrees. Hardly human predators. Just the eco harmony of enjoying the same space. Up front and accessible, like no other place. Words can't describe when nature accepts. Hopefully my frames help. LUCIES will gage where I am at, artistically. I received Honorable Mention, two of the last three years. There is little, if anything, as cathartic as competition. Achievement is collective and viewed at a premium in the TBI community. Priority again, is in reaching those yet to arrive. I have my limitations, as we all do in life. Like every precious tomorrow, I make the best with what I can. Exposure raises public awareness of surviving TBI, and those that care for us. Enabling claim to be staked, of any survivor’s rightful place in society and culture -as no less than an equal. Enjoy.