For years through the day, through the night, out walking in the rain, in bed sat by the sea, on my motorbike down a country lane, carving a beautiful Owl, listening to another song, staring across a dry stone wall or sitting listening to the stream that runs past me. Waiting for the Kingfisher to fly by, or the Barn Owl to appear.
Waiting in so many places with so much time it’s no wonder I think of my what was a Family, born just like any other nothing special just a council house in Cheshire England.
When someone says to you I love your photography on many occasions I didn’t know that my hobby would lead me to the situation I am in now. From just showing my lovely work of animals. Birds, insects, flowers, family portraits, street photography, creative photography my wood carving. Sunsets, seascape and landscape, the world of insects. My Army life, family life.
From my original heading for my blog changed so many times as what I want to share is in so many different ways and covers a vast length of time has become more of my life experience.
So now I find myself writing instead of looking over the dry stone wall or out to see, I write and express my feelings of happiness and sadness good times and bad. My simple life in many ways is my Therapy telling people I don’t know on the other side of the World people I will never meet, no where they live and what life they have had.
So really my Blog name could be anything as I cover different topics everyday with hundreds more to come. But most important is that how good I feel now expressing myself to people how I feel just by writing a simple happy blog to a long sad blog. A blog that tells people your not alone in your suffering or mental torture you feel, and don’t or can’t explain it.
I used to look for comfort in Social media and for years I posted images of birds that I had plan like a military operation to capture a bird I had not seen before. A bird that would not come, would mean asking farmers could I use their field. Just so I could get the image. When you capture the bird you want and your settings are correct the Sun position is correct. The bird is looking in the right direction with no branch stook in front of it. The hours of waiting lying in the grass back aching. Your happy.
Then I would edit and post with a lovely story how the image came to be. Press post and get no likes, comments, 3 view’s out of 100 group members, a group I formed thinking it would be a lovely way of showing my work.
What I was doing was simple to get Comfort in the knowledge that anther person would say Fantastic Photograph. All I wanted was a like, it cheers me up.
Then I found WordPress and payed for my Page where I can post my lovely images of all different categories, with stunning detail, colours and images that tell a story. Images that make you smile, feel happy. I can tell the story of my experience and give the reader an understanding of how hard it was, or simple. Share my Camera settings with other photographers, pass my knowledge on.
With one big difference, I don’t look for Likes, comments, negative or good. I tell it how it is, a simple story in Ron’s world past an present of life back in my childhood, a boy, to a man, from the Bakery in Stockport in 72 to me now.
It has become my Therapy the one that has made me so happy, people say I can here in your voice how happy and positive you are.
For my Son Daughter Wife or friend to say I love that story is my Therapy. The one that no specialist can give me
The image above is the only one I have of my Mum. I don’t blame her for anything but would love for her to see what a wonderful life I have had. How she would loved to have seen the Royal Warrant from the Queen. My Beautiful Family her new family with 8 Amazing Grandchildren. My Beautiful Wife, tell her of my journey to places you can only dream of, show her the Skills she gave me, to paint, play instruments, carving wood for people, photographs hung on people’s walls taken by me.
I am so sorry Mum for not spending a life with you like other family’s, not to sit with you at Christmas holding your hand, to never dance with you or walk on the beach. And sadly not to be there with you when he took you to heaven.
I am Happy Mum.xx