Narrow Path Photography

11/26/2021

Today we went hiking at Starvation Creek. It was our first hike in a very, very long time, and my shaky legs were tested. It was so very, very good (this is the extent of my writing these days; lots of "very, very"). These kids and this dog were amazing, patient, loyal. It was so good to get outside, reflect on this colonizer holiday and what it really means, and maybe possibly perhaps take a step on the trail to slowly returning health, I hope? We'll see how I feel in the morning! No matter how my body is, my heart will be full. © Narrow Path Photography

10/06/2021

Camas Life Magazine, our working relationship ended February 5 of this year - the day you, Mike Terry, talked down to me for wearing a mask for our outdoor meeting. You didn't even give me a chance to get a word in about the fact that my kids and I originally caught Covid outside (first week of March 2020, at Benton and 18th in Camas), or the devastating effects LongCovid has had, and continues to have, on me. That day, you talked to me like I was a child, not a journalism- and science-savvy, independent woman who's been following the social media of MDs and epidemiologists around the world since Covid hit Wuhan. Not to my credit, I did end that meeting by yelling at you like a child, but good gravy, a woman can only take so much. Regardless, I'd shot a whole series of photos featuring my kids for your BeLocal east Vancouver magazine, and I've been watching them show up on your page. You did give me a decent series of ads for them. Fair enough. But I cannot be silent about this month's Camas Life cover. On your page, you give a weak explanation for why you are so very clearly manipulating our Camas mayoral campaign. I cannot stand by silently. Full disclosure, I've met Jim Senescu, and he impressed me as a man of integrity; but certain aspects of his wife's mayoral campaign do *not* ooze integrity (specifically that mysterious text survey, on which I believe she is still silent, yes?). Go ahead and post photos I shot for you, but my children and I very much do not support you or your work anymore, and I've written N2 publications to try and remove my address from your delivery list. Note to Camas Life's future contributors: I was a widow looking for exposure for my business, so I made the mistake of not asking the Terrys to pay for my photography. If they want your work, it is good and worthy and you should charge them for it. Talking to you and me both ...

09/14/2021

This biz, my dream, was sidelined for two years while we found help for my daughter's . We found it. Now, it's sidelined for this mama's . Narrow Path Photography still exists, but right now, health must come first, so: Movies! I enjoyed sharing this one with Elspeth for the first time last night. SO fun to groove on lighting, angles, cinematography, timing, music (!) and the love affair with a ship that is this movie, with my daughter. This movie has played on the screen of my mind my entire life, but it's super fun to finally realize: Oh. THAT'S why I shoot that way!!

We kick off our coverage of Paramount Home Entertainment's 4-Movie Collection with Star Trek: The Motion Picture on 4K Ultra HD Blu-ray - M. Enois Duarte's Reivew:
https://ultrahd.highdefdigest.com/97015/startrekthemotionpicture4k.html

06/29/2021

Elspeth heard weak chirping from this birdhouse before noon. After spending the rest of the day in a mist-cooled home, the chicks inside were back to cheeping strongly. :)

03/30/2021

Ishtar Laguna is part of my village. Her post on the depersonalization that comes with serious illness seriously saved me last night, enabling me to understand Elspeth when I ... just ... didn't. Would you please take a moment to sign this petition for to cover the surgery she so desperately needs?

Hoy fue enviada por correo una apelación de 50 páginas de evidencia que describen las afectaciones incapacitantes de Isthar debido a la Inestabilidad craneocervical (casi todos los que se leen en la imagen incluida). El lunes debe llegar por correo electrónico a los tomadores de decisiones en Pre...

02/06/2021

Today, a professional colleague had the nerve to talk down to me about wearing a mask outside (me; not him). We caught Covid outside: March 8, 2020, right near Benton and 18th in Camas. Really upsetting. Wrecked my day, and good. I've run this ship since November 23, 2012, Christian Man, and we're navigating this leg of our journey pretty damn well, thanks. Not sure where you get off talking to me that way, especially since I contracted this virus the very way you say we can't contract it. Full disclosure: My attempt at walking away before I said something I regretted ended ... regrettably. 😜

01/22/2021

This is my daughter, Elspeth, in 2017. She's always loved to model for her ph… Charity Feb needs your support for Help Elspeth Heal from TBI and Spinal Injury

01/10/2021

Still pretty much here, almost a year after this post (though the chicks are grown ... and TBI appears to be secondary to spinal/brainstem injury, likely sustained along with that first concussion, then worsened exponentially by the second.). Big medical appointments coming this week, along with answers and a path to healing, finally, we hope? Meantime, take it from me: Sometimes - many times - medical professionals get concussion wrong. They underestimate it, or miss it entirely. Just because someone is a medical professional (or longtime church family, or both), don't trust their word that a hit to the head isn't a concussion.

One missed concussion can change your life forever.

Don't learn that lesson the way I did.

Her world left her behind, but we won’t. So we recalibrate almost daily, as we learn to live with this beast that is TBI. “Mtbi” is an oxymoron. Call it “nonvisible” if you like, but there is nothing mild about tbi. One problem diminishes, another rises to take its place, as we chase after healing therapies too new for any guarantees or timelines, trying to get a broken brain to fix. Projections for healing benchmarks come and go, and I fret over social media timelines that aren’t neat presentations designed to court photography clients. Today, my son told me I’m like a mother and a father to him. Yesterday, my daughter told a new friend, when asked if she had a stepdad, that I don’t date; “She decided just to love us!” And today, Elspeth and I started our garden. Hopefully, sometime before I die, I will learn that I’ll get “there” when I get there; right where I’m at, even with the challenges - and notwithstanding how unfair it is to this daughter of mine - is pretty perfect.