welcome to gingerfancy photography and art! 

I’m finally gathering my courage together and taking a few more baby steps towards my new endeavor. My plans are, primarily, to sell photos (still life, nature) online (on this blog, a Facebook page, and a site like Fine Art America) and possibly through Etsy or a similar venue.

I’m not going to be doing weddings or portraits however. My chronic pain problems are so disabling they rule out anything that involves keeping regular appointments and having the energy to do a photo shoot with couples and/or families…I get exhausted just thinking about it! This way, I can take and edit photographs on my good days–or mornings or afternoons–and spend entire days in bed or doing whatever I need to do to take care of myself. If I’m having a fibromyalgia flare and am stuck at home for a week, that’s okay, no appointments to cancel.

Another plus is that this is a way for me to be creative even when I’m too tired and headachy to write. This has been one of my biggest frustrations for years. I haven’t given up on my dream of becoming a writer (although how does one know definitively when one can say “I am a writer”?), but it’s definitely on hiatus right now thanks to my horrid chronic migraines and other headaches.

Speaking of headaches…mine is growing exponentially. I’m going to add a couple of photographs from our mini-vacation to Bayfield and Cornucopia, WI, last week, and leave you with the promise to write more tomorrow.:)


Have a lovely week, my friends!

a poll! i need your help…

I’ve had a number of requests for prints, notecards, etc., for some of my photographs…and who am I to say no? So I have been planning for some time now to start a small fine art photography business, but I can’t decide on a name. My two choices are:

A. Everyday Wonders Photography (everydaywonders is, of course, the name of this blog);

OR

B. Gingerfancy Photography (gingerfancy is my name on Instagram, in honor of my red hair, and it does have a kind of fun kick to it).

So, gentle readers, what do you think? Any strong (or otherwise) feelings one way or the other? Please help! Thank you in advance…

goodbye may

Goodbye May…you’ve been simply lovely, despite the twin evils of fibromyalgia and depression. Tulips, crabapple blossoms, lilacs, lilies of the valley, and peonies galore. Of course Catholics celebrate May as Mary’s month, and for me, May has always been my mom’s month, bittersweet now that she’s gone, since her birthday and Mother’s Day fall so close together. So goodbye to May…and hello June! I’m looking forward to summer flowers (my salvias and lupines are blooming already) and hopefully a photography trip up to the North Shore (of Lake Superior, for all of you non-Minnesotans out there).

What was your favorite  part of May?

fibro frustration

Really, frustration should be listed as one of the symptoms of fibromyalgia. I’m too tired and sore to feel rage, which is what this feeling would morph into if I felt better…although of course my not feeling well is the cause of the frustration, so there you go. Another example of the crazy spirals and cycles this disorder causes. Please excuse me, gentle readers, for giving into the temptation to vent. One of my goals for this blog was to be genuine, which I haven’t been, because I haven’t been honest about my physical or emotional state of health.

I didn’t even write about breaking my foot last October–a break that required two surgeries, thousands of dollars out of pocket, and is still causing me pain. I was stuck in bed for over two months after the break. And all I did was fall in the kitchen! Thanks to the fibro…I have dizzy spells and last summer I actually blacked out a few times. Unfortunately, I was rushing to let the dog in when I fainted this time, and twisted my foot as I fell, which caused a complicated break called a Lisfranc fracture. A fracture which almost always requires surgery. One thing I can say for certain though, is that I have a husband who truly loves me! And a dog who considers it her duty to take care of me whenever I’m sick. Fiona stuck to me like glue the entire eight weeks, while George waited on me hand and foot (excuse the pun).

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Nurse Fiona caring for the patient

I finally got back on my feet–both of them–in January, but I had some extremely painful nerve damage in my second toe. Thankfully, that has gone away, perhaps because my anticonvulsant (gabapentin) that I take to control my seizure disorder also helps with neuralgia (a side benefit to seizures I never considered, but actually the same medication helped when I had ongoing pain from the shingles too). The second surgery, which was March 18, was simple, just to take out one of the metal plates from the first surgery, but that too turned out to be unexpectedly painful and to make life even more interesting, I developed a nasty, painful, blistering rash on my upper foot and ankle, on Good Friday no less. Time for antibiotics.

Well, it’s all over but the pain. The pills took care of the rash, my post-op X-rays looked great, my stitches are out. And I should mention that my surgeon was terrific, skilled and kind, as were all of the nurses, anesthesiologists, etc., involved in my care. My surgeon thinks the residual pain in my foot may be due to fibro; I can tell it’s not bone pain, and he did have to move a lot of tissues and nerves around during the surgery to get the plate removed. So fibro makes sense as a cause.
Damned fibro.

I’m also having a nasty, cruel depression relapse (probably partly tied to the fibro and vice versa…don’t you love it) and trouble with anxiety over finances. Major anxiety. I’m looking at filing for relief from my student loans on the basis of total and permanent disability, which makes me cry every time I think about it. And every time I think about the blood and sweat and tears that went into that master’s degree.

Too tired to write anymore. I’ll finish this tomorrow.

 

welcome april 

 

March photographic retrospective
 
Goodbye March…and hello April! March in Minnesota is definitely not spring, it’s more like winter’s last gasp, and weather-wise we had it all! Which did not help my fibromyalgia, depression, or recovery from foot surgery (March 18). 

But in many ways March was a lovely month. In a way, the unflinching support and love my friends and family have shown has made much of the physical and emotional pain–well, not worthwhile, exactly, but (forgive the cliché) has amounted to a sturdy silver lining. 

And photography is fast becoming as necessary to my emotional health as my medications. Actually, in many ways it’s a form of meditation, keeping me grounded in the present moment. When I’m shooting I lose track of time, of anxiety for the future and regrets for the past, immersed in the intricacies and minutiae of photography–even though, at this time, it is only iphoneography (which is most definitely a thing now). It uplifts my mood, I love pretty things, and makes me feel productive. It’s rather ironic; thus far I have made zero income with my graduate degree, but I’ve actually, much to my surprise, sold licensing rights to some of my photographs. 

I think that perhaps in life it’s more useful to be resilient, to bend with the wind and the earthquakes but not break, than to be stoic and iron-willed. Because you never know what life is going to throw at you, and if you stay too stiff, too wedded to one particular result, it’s almost impossible to go on without becoming a bitter, angry person…

In any case, it’s finally April. Our first real month of spring…tulips, irises, peonies, apple blossoms, hyacinths and daffodils. More sunlight and longer days! A wedding, an anniversary party, and the home baseball opener. And, I finally have the go-ahead for long walks–once the pain subsides–for the first time since I broke my foot in October. So hello April, I promise to cherish every moment. Most of them anyways!