Looking through these photo’s I’m reminded of how much I loved to capture things, even in the midst of addiction I wanted to record life, and not just the happy photo ready moments, I wanted all the shades.
When I look at the photo’s of me, I can see how dead my eyes look, and one of the things I celebrated as part of my recovery, was when I looed in the mirror and my eyes were no longer pinned, my pupils were reacting again, my eyes looked bright and alive. There’s a hollowness in my ‘using’ eyes, and I remember vividly looking in the mirror and seeing this expression looking back at me.
I’m not sure if my junkie ways are what people would expect, myself and my partner would often go off on little adventures, camping or hiking, just being out and about doing stuff, and when I was alone I would take pictures, of Charlie, of myself, of the places I lived. The caravan in the photo’s was my home for a while, it was called the Super Carnival and I’d often comment that life felt that way at times, possibly more of a pantomime! The flat in the photo’s was my home for a few years during my addiction, it had stunning views out to see and on a clear day you could see Lundy Island, which in Norse, means Puffin Island, it’s a beautiful place and I’d recommend a visit.
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