Broken Whole: Old Blog 1999-2005  

For six years, during my thirties, I wrote a photo journal. Follow along with me as I gradually learn to grow more open about expressing my fears, and my hopes. Click the image below to start at the beginning, or take samples from right-hand-side.

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Opening up about depression (10 nov,99) "I started feeling depressed again this week. And rather than pretend it isn't there, I felt I should mention it, mainly so that a true impression of my little world is out there, rather than a falsely rosy one. I've wrestled with depression on and off for years. Mostly off, for the last two or three years, but it occasionally returns. It takes the form of a dark, almost physical heaviness that seems to descend through my head as I go through the day." Early morning on the Marin Headlands north of San Francisco
Two sublime weeks in Italy (4 jun,00) "Meanwhile, the facade of the Duomo was in darkness against a dramatic yellow-red sky roiling with blue thunder-clouds, the facade only illuminated intermittently by flashes of lightening. Birds were crying their twilight songs with particular urgency, as thunder could now be heard in the distance. A few drops of rain hit my arms, and yet the other diners seemed completely unconcerned that we were dining out on the piazza with no cover. But then the bell in the Campanile struck nine o'clock, and the rain started coming down, so we all had to flee into the restaurant." A storm in front of the Duomo in Florence
Meeting my family for the first time in five years (16 jun,00) "I sat there in the tiny house, surrounded by much of the same furniture I grew up with (I remember lying on that same carpet tracing the shapes of the patterns with my little fingers), looking at the profiles of my parents, not really knowing who they were anymore. But familiarity came as we chatted, and before long, our way of bantering grew on us all and it was like I'd only just been away a few months." Meeting my family for the first time in five years