This was taken tonight. I got a call that I needed to grab my camera, run out and catch it. So, since I was terribly busy, I did as suggested. (If you don’t know, I have lots of time on my hands, normally.) So here’s the result.

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I took a few others of just the sunset that were pretty cool, too. No, I’m not saying I’m an awesome photographer, just that there was a good view to capture. This one captured me with the way the clouds dissipated at the top. Hope ya’ll enjoy it.

cheers!

I’m not in the mood to write anything profound, but I might anyway.

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Nope, nothing came to me. Hmm… guess I’ll dedicate this one instead. Its dedicated to my friend trina over at feelgoodrevolution.com. Someone special to her said she would like it; so, I hope that’s true.

cheers!

The main reason that I initially picked this picture today was it was the first thing that popped up when I opened iPhoto. So, that’s a pretty lame reason, but the more I looked at it, the more it fit. That may be just because its easy to look at something and correlate it, but whatever.

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Now that you’ve seen the pick, I’ll explain what I see this time around. For one, its a sunset and just a little while ago, the sun set on another work week. In some ways I’m glad, but on the flip side I get depressed. Living alone has some distinct disadvantages. I liked it at home. I didn’t need the interaction necessarily, but I enjoy the presence of others. And if I have something to say, there is someone to listen. Sure, I have friends online that I chat with (thank you friends!!!), but for some reason I just want to be around people. For example, Wednesday, I was just working on some stuff on my laptop at the church after a meeting. Actually there were three of us just absorbed in doing stuff on our computers, but I didn’t want to leave once I got some questions answered. I just enjoyed having the other guys around. I guess most of my family is the same way, and that’s why I could live live with my parents even as an adult. High levels of interaction aren’t required, just your presence. Some people really won’t get how I can be this way, but others will totally get it. To tie back to the picture, it’s kinda dark overall with highlights of the sun. So, I identify my depression yet sense of week’s end with it.

cheers!

Sometimes the window isn’t clear.

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I picked this one today, well, because I ran across it and it fit stuff I was thinking about. I don’t want to tell the whole story, but pretty much something that I really wanted to do fell through. For most of the day I was wondering why. I figured there was probably a good reason, but it’s so hard to give someone the benefit of the doubt when it opposes what you want. I did find out later that there was a perfectly good explanation and it wasn’t personal.

Basically, like the window, life isn’t always clear. If I believed that what I saw through the window was how it was outside, then I wouldn’t ever want to open the door. But I have to stop and check myself, telling myself that there may be a blurred window in the way and wait until the door is opened to make a decision about the scenery. So if something doesn’t make sense to you and you don’t have all the facts yet, wait for them before passing judgment. You’ll be better off for it. Of coarse that doesn’t mean that when the door opens you won’t see a garbage dump. It just means that you’ll have peace of mind until the stench hits you.

cheers!

chains of “creativity”
by ms. sabrina lynn

ah the mind is such a shabby thing
when all the heart can do is beat its fists
upon a the silent ears of a lazy mind
and cry for longing to be filled
no hope of that
for it needs cooperation that is nowhere to be found

and yet i cant find it in me to drag my capable hands to their places
and the mind to the right spaces where knowledge is found
for i have no passion in essays that speak of people gone
learn and reflect on the now

let my mind go free onto plains of pondering
into jungles of discovering
but please for the life of me
do not chain me to the repitition of an essay!

why must we be forced to write what others have already said?
about people long since dead?
if everyone has new ideas shouldnt we be allowed to let them all out?
for surely there is greater wealth in the thousand new ideas than the same old few ones that noone cares about anymore

i think that i shall die
forgive my dramatics
but i hate these english acrobatics
so cold and stone and unmolding
never changing for creativity
be creative they say
but they give us chains that say to reapeat what we’ve heard a thousand times
does an overseer tell his workers to continuously build in the same spot when it has already been done to its best capacity?
no, but he tells them to continue on to build new rooms and make it grander!
let us build the world, we’re stuck on the same wall now for decades!