Follow me on my retirement adventure
I learned to work my first computer in 1977, it was a Radio Shack TRS-80, the hot CoCo as it was known. Instead of a hard drive, it had a cassette drive and I would copy code from the Hot CoCo magazine to create fascinating projects like the game of Stock Ticker, which I would sit up all night and play. I should have put in more effort, I should have tried…, I should have learned…, I should have?
I have spent the bulk of my life using computers, I did work in a sawmill, flipped burgers, sorted magazines, cut glass, and worked security among other things. I spent the bulk of my time working in a government-style setting, Bankruptcy, Fisheries, RCMP to mention a few. My final Government job was with Health Canada working with a team of 15 or more people (I never did meet everyone), delivering a number of different healthcare-related services. My last duty with Health Canada was working for the Truth and Reconciliation Commission taking statements and manning the Mental Health Services booth.
On the following Monday, I would go to my final job at the newly created First Nations Health Authority (FNHA). I wanted to be able to finally make a difference, to be meaningful. Leonard George, a former chief of the Tsleil-Waututh Nation, adopted the few of us from Health Canada who came to work at FNHA into the Wolf Clan.
During my time with FNHA I worked almost exclusively within the Indian Residential School survivors’ mental health programs. It is impossible to calculate the damage caused by the Residential Schools in Canada and I am sure I will return to this topic many times. Now that I have passed my torch to my coworkers, it is time for me to move on and let the good work of the FNHA evolve and continue the healing tradition.
I feel like sometimes I might have a Gothic, Punk Rocker inside of me instead of an inner child. And when I stand back and look, well it probably is an inner child, but one with a bit of an attitude, and boots that are too tight. I take pictures…
I try to justify my “artistic ways,” by crediting something esoteric, something that is bigger than the ordinary, a truth that needs to be shared because it is important. The fact is that the truth that I share, is only interpreted by me, sometimes others can catch a sense of…
I sit and sip my coffee, a treat as I usually don’t drink more than 2 cups of coffee a day. My camera is close and I am looking for an opportunity. I am a sniper in my nest and I willing to shoot anything that attracts me, hits my…
When I was in Paris I did lots of walking around, as many visitors to Paris do. Everything seemed so surreal, a bit of a dream, a lot of magic. It has been a few years since I took this photo, and I am looking at it and realizing something…
In all of life’s struggles, finding contentment in creative expression can be a powerful ally. Photography is a medium that not only captures moments, emotions, and a sense of self but also has the potential to help heal your troubled soul. I want to tell you about the therapeutic benefits…
