Healing Through Pictures

A Healing Journey Through PTSD, Anxiety, and Depression One Picture At A Time

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Strike A Pose

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The squirrels are becoming some of my favorite models. I love their cute poses and silly facial expressions.

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Another One Of Nature’s Gifts

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With all of the shots of nature that I take you would think that I live out in the country on a farm with woods surrounding me, not even close. I am very blessed that my parents have always been Mr. and Mrs. DoLittle. Nature, except snakes, have always been welcomed and found safe a safe haven in our yard.

Thinking of Daddy’s Dr. DoLittle qualities, when we were young, my Daddy taught one of our dogs to play baseball. He watches Westerns with his Chihuahua Heidi now, and he will pretend shoot her with his finger “POW” and she will dramatically roll over and play dead.

They both taught me to love and respect Heavenly Father’s treaures.

Turn Your Head and Cough

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Kindness

At the beach this weekend I spent a good bit of my time people watching as the hubs and his pal were off collecting hermit crabs.

I was so grateful to have my camera and be able to catch this act of service.

There is a large sand bar and then a small stream before you get to the shore. This family had apparently spent the day out on the sandbar and this is what happened next.

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Shrimp Anyone?

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Is There Something Wrong With This Picture?

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Coming across the causeway to St. Simons last weekend, my husband and I had a good chuckle at this dock. It could be our lack of nautical knoweldge, but what use is a dock that is not connected to land? Is this normal in a Marina?

Can anyone explain why?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic–Butterfly Surgery

As a child I loved chasing butterflies from flower to flower, I suppose chasing was putting it lightly. Stalking was more like it. Those poor traumatized butterflies.

I remember one day being very very young and playing with one of our butterflies until nearly all the dust was off his wings. I was so very sad the he could not fly. He tried but just walked around. I just knew we had killed him, as I looked at his wing dust on our little fingers.

We thought and thought what we should do. I had a brilliant idea. Our dirt was dusty like the dust on his wings, so I dusted his wings really good, and said a little prayer, and you know what? He flew, it took him a couple of times, but he flew away.

I have always wondered if it was the dirt dust or Heavenly Father answering the prayers of a child who had tender growing faith.

My photographs are of butterflies. I noticed the wings of the orange butterflies are kind of worn. I wonder if they too have been stalked, captured, and then became a child’s miracle too.

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I Had A Thought I Wanted To Share Today….

Squirrel

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(Sorry I could not resist the Squirrel reference from UP! Disney Pixar.) 🙂

Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut

Working with telephoto today. It was the only way I could get the squirrels at play and eating.

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