I think that is exactly right. I do a lot on my smartphone (email, internet etc… this!) but it just doesn’t feel like a proper camera to me. A waste really because the results can be really good. I’ll maybe make the phone my forum camera 
Best wishes,
Andrew
I lost the use of my right hand which means I lost use of many right hand tools.
Eventually I discovered that photography with a smartphone can produce images that disability cannot prevent.
When life presents serious challenges it is important to be able to cry out to express a reaction to the event.
Whether that cry takes the form of written word, painted image, piece of music, it is the effort to communicate, so important to us all, that matters.
You’d think the ‘always right’ hand could do anything but lefty has had to take over.
(left hand photo)
Creative effort affords release.
It serves one well to find a way to make a sound, a signal, anything that signifies you and your presence in the world.
Best wishes @Crossborder @ManjiB @Mrs5K and to all who have’cried out’.
We have seen and we salute you.
Don’t worry about me I chatter a load of old rubbish sometimes.
Oh those pegs bring back some memories. It was great fun watching hubby race around picking them up as my naughty left hand flung them all over the place
@bobbi said:
“Whether that cry takes the form of written word, painted image, piece of music, it is the effort to communicate, so important to us all, that matters.”
I think that is right. When the stroke first happened to me, I found myself doing a lot of walking and photographing the landscapes. I think it was / is ‘double healing’ to me: both the act of making pictures, but also the kind of landscapes I was choosing to walk - moorland, and farmland.
Talking to me doctor about this, he was saying it might have been the simplicity of the surroundings - I was saying I can’t cope in ‘busy’ places, it doesn’t take much to overload my brain and it just seems to kinda scream out and shut down.
I think he had a point, it was a comfort in the simplicty of lines. And ‘communications by other means’, because particularly then, I was really struggling with basically organising my thinking into words. I still am.
Thanks for your input, again I’ll probably come back to it, it really made me think. The whole thing is the strangest experience I’ve ever had.
There’s something else I wanted to say but I’ll put it in a new thread, you might be interested.
Best wishes,
Andrew
This forum is an Oasis in a desert, it is a Fortress on top of a rocky crag, it is a Quiet Place by a stream miles away from noise and disturbance. It is a huge Listening Ear on a silent head that nods wisely and encouragingly.
It is others seeking and finding in a Strange and Different Landscape which we had never planned to visit.
It is a Map of the trails, routes and places where we have been, where others also have explored. It is a Journal pointing into the future, reminding us where we are and where we have been.
It is an invitation to communicate, to share, to learn and hopefully to grow and move forward.
The event called stroke does not need to define us. Our onward movement, with where it takes us, can be what outlines who and what we are.
