Clelia Jane Photography

25/05/2026

Taken in 2017, before Clelia Jane Photography became what it is today, back when it was still called Ebb and Flow Photography. Captured during a spontaneous plein air adventure.

14/06/2025

09/06/2025

If we’ve worked together in the past, I’d truly appreciate it if you could leave a review.

Due to symptoms of PTSD—much of it triggered by threatening experiences involving a fellow business owner and some unsettling encounters in Florida—I made the difficult decision to erase my entire social media presence out of fear. In doing so, I unknowingly wiped out all of my past reviews, trying to disappear in a world that often seemed eager to do that for me.

It’s been a tough road, and this erasure has created major roadblocks for my business. Rebuilding from scratch is never easy, but your support—especially in the form of a review—means more than you know.

08/06/2025

The Tackett Family, 2021.

08/06/2025

More on threads...

07/06/2025

07/06/2025

As if everything I’d already endured on a personal level wasn’t enough, I spent five years being forced to report the most intimate details of my life to a cold, robotic system that stripped away any sense of humanity. After my original plans were derailed, I gave everything I had in Florida—effort that pushed my health to the brink. And somehow, I still managed to pull things together and create stability.

But even that wasn’t good enough.

Months later, just when things had finally settled, I was blindsided: one week’s notice to pack up and return to Virginia.

The system had relied on outdated information, completely detached from the reality I was living. None of the progress mattered. It was ignored—erased—because someone in power chose control over compassion.

Thankfully, I’m easily amused—like by birds hopping through puddles—small moments that distract me from how deeply upset I am that my safety was so easily trivialized...time and time again.

Unfortunately, my herniated disc isn’t quite as entertained, a condition that started with a pinched nerve starting in 2017 but has become increasingly aggravated.

07/06/2025

The Aftermath.

Maybe one day, when I care more about photo aesthetics than I do about calling out greedy corporations, I’ll get around to editing each one.

I've decided to share the unfiltered truth as a photographer. In the past, I wouldn’t dream of showing my photos without all the effects, filters, and layers I use to create the vibe I envision. And while I’ll get back to that eventually, right now I feel called to share something different—the raw, unpolished reality of my life after AAC.

Luckily I recovered, but my back never did...thanks so much to this facility for what I had to go through because of arbitrary selectivity of rules. Walked miles and miles with all this literal baggage in a new place with not much money. It was not fun. Had I been allowed to stick to a plan, none of this would've happened.

There's always a silver lining in hindsight, like 400 photos of random streets I may or may not edit later on to be "interesting". What isn't revealed is the literal panic attacks I had because of one director who decided my apology for ordering a smoothie, despite many people at this place ordering pizza nightly, wasn't good enough and that I should be kicked out early. In a new state, while on federal probation, which she knew.

I often ask, why are people in corporate positions working at facilities related to addiction and mental healthcare when they haven't the slightest interest in helping people?

One silver lining: I visited a Polish museum and met a guy who was walking from Miami to D.C., raising awareness about Hong Kong and other global events.

And how did I end up here? In this situation?

It traces back to an assault in 2017—an event shaped by a series of bad decisions rooted in the trauma of being in an abusive Mormon cult in 2015 for even a short time, posing as a treatment facility. Those decisions? They were influenced by choices I made in college, by the people I surrounded myself with—choices that, in turn, were shaped by deeper energetic wounds from my youth tied to events not even worth unpacking here.

And how did I relapse? How did THC end up in my system the day after I finally got my ankle monitor removed in 2021, after wearing it for a year?
Because in the fall of 2020, after making real progress, I was cornered and threatened. And somehow, that didn’t qualify as a reportable event.

Funny, isn’t it? The butterfly effect—it’s more real and more powerful than most people realize.

While this man I met may be marching for the liberation of Hong Kong, I’m focused on something closer to home: unraveling the mess my life became when people abused their power to control a human being who was already injured.

07/06/2025

Did some more architectural scouting around Clearwater circa 2021, including an “abandoned” house I was given permission to photograph. I’m sure these shots would look much cooler with some Photoshop/Lightroom editing in the mix, but for now, I’m holding off on that $100/month subscription for the whole suite—that’s usually where I edit my photos.