On a solo walk around Toowong I have no photography subject in mind for enquiry.
As I walk down Cadell Street I turn and take a photo of a fence and a hedge.
I am confused by my mind talk.
I appreciate the visual impact, but I wonder: ‘Why constrain what was meant to be free?’
I search for those that break the barriers and reach for life behind the confines.
I am thankful for those given permission.
Those striving remind me of resilience.
I return home with nature tokens.
My lesson? My mind will one day break through the confines to freedom ...
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Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Comments (7)
Why constrain what was meant to be free. Just like your mind! That line was so powerful! Your photos were soooo beautiful! 💖
Thank you for sharing this and your wonderful photography 🤗
Very well done. Beautiful video.
Loved this. The ending is one of both self-reflection and empowerment ❤️
Beautiful creations 🥰
A very thought provoking piece. Well done x
My mind will one day break through the confines to freedom...lovely thought