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Albany Bulb

  • Albany Bulb
    These photographs are just a few I have taken over the last ten years at The Albany Bulb, also known as the Landfill, the Waterfront and just The Bulb. It is a place I feel passionate about. That much is obvious. There are many of us who believe that this piece of the much hyped Eastshore State Park should have been left untouched and unmanaged - because it is a unique example of what happens when a place naturally and organically self regulates. But the dogma of 'preservation' and 'conservation areas' 'resource protection', 'habitats' and 'liability' overrules all individual identity. They cannot leave anything untouched, un-designed. It is as if if they (the park planners) didn't make it, it has no value. Rules, guidelines, regulations, interpretive signage, fences, safety, sanctioned art - it leaves nothing to the imagination. That is what the landfill meant to us - a place of unlimited imagination.
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August 18, 2008



just keep breathin'

i think you know i am likewise afflicted with the panic you are describing. if you aren't you know you are always welcome to visit my blog and read some of the entries there talking about it. or email if you want to... i know i am still just a stranger to you but i don't bite, unless i am asked to anyway.

and if you are so inclined, a little xanax can't hurt during the worst part of it all.


Deb in Minnesota

I experienced panic attacks in the 1990s, including one major one in the car ala Tony Soprano, and I think they were my emotional system's way of dealing with a lot of stress (past & present). They finally stopped with the help of a good therapist and when I finally realized and believed that what happened in my childhood "wasn't all my fault."

I'm still distrustful of intimate relationships but at least I don't feel like driving off the road now.

Deborah, The Great AND Powerful

Perhaps we were separated at birth. I had a similar maternal experience and only recently REALLY turned and faced it and the lingering after effects. I understand. I get it.

Leslie  Mayes

I started to get panic attacks in 1997 when my first husband and I, before we were married, started looking for the suburbs!!!!!

I'm either a city girl or a country girl, non of that in-between shit. He had to pull the car over before I smashed into the hard and heavy sky that was pressing down ferociously on me. I couldn't catch my breath and felt helpless.

Did you notice that I qualified him as "1st" husband? I stubbornly refused to leave SF...but knowing how unhappily he accepted this kept me frozen. We talked. We fought. I blamed. He blamed. We got married.

For 11 months I would bolt awake in terror from dreams of drowning.

We went to therapy.

6 sessions into the therapy he left...the marriage. With just one trip in his car he had packed up everything he owned and moved to the suburbs.

I could finally breathe....Knowing this was probably not the healthiest side of my dark side, I chose to stay with the therapist to figure out not just how to keep air in my lungs but peace in my mind- even when I can't control the universe.

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