I actually took this 3 years ago, I believe. My take on peace still hasn't changed.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
It is the beginning of my good friend Alyssa and I's "Project 365" today. We share a love of photography and both decided to start a project of taking one picture a day, for 365 days. We intend to keep up with this project on a daily basis and I, as well as she, i'm sure, are excited to share our journey.
Day 1: "One bright day"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What is reality, and what are merely things inside ones mind that only come out at night?
There I lay, enveloped in my linens.
My eyes began to spasm as I stared at my window, the sweet early morning light barely peeking through.
I sat and watched, but did nothing to try to stop myself from the clear trauma I was experiencing.
There I lay, in those linens, but there I stood observing my own self.
My body lay there, rooted down and as immovable as a structure made of stone.
A transparent face looked me right in my eyes, as if to stare through me, rather than at me.
I continued to watch myself, as my unrelenting body convulsed.
Through the eyes of my body that lay there, in that daze, i observed the face.
It took great pleasure in taunting and provoking me, as I lay there, unable to defend myself.
This seemed to continue for an eternity...and then I woke up.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
There are so many elements of time. Time cannot be mimiced. Time is time.
There was time before I, and there will be time after. One moment will always be its own unique moment.
Just as a moment in time becomes history; history is a moment in time.
What was once can never be recreated, because time does not rewind.
Time goes forward, but never back. And this, in my eyes, is one of life's greater tragedies.
They say what once was shall never be again; and this is one of the most valid, raw things I have heard in my time.
Time is an enemy, but time is a gift.
I wish there were a way to preserve a memory accessible through the human senses I have been blessed with. A memory I could not only see and hear, but touch. I would hate to have to creep through the dark, narrow spaces and somehow find the secret passages in my brain where the memories that have become lost as a result of time, the enemy but the gift, reside. I would play back this memory as many times as I pleased, and time could not interfere.
Tomorrow is not promised, and yesterday will never be today.
Cherish all you have in your life, because when a moment becomes prior, you will never see that moment again.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Water is another thing that God created that amazes me.
It is like a natural made mirror; It reflects anything in its path.
When I see water I think of an astonishing pureness that cannot be replicated. To me it represents life.
They say that where there is water there is life.
The thought of lying under a lush green tree and hearing the soft sound of a steady stream flowing is enough to put me in an indescribable stupor that I'm not so sure I'd want to get out of.
Water is something that is needed. When I look at the natural beauty that surrounds me, it fills my heart with a such a genuine happiness; and it reiterates to me that God is good and God is real.
I believe that we humans should look not to material things as commodities, but at the beautiful natural gifts that God has placed all around us as the true commodities.
Life is full of sweet things.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
In a nutshell: I'm down to share my views, my writing, & my slowly growing love of photography. I don't write like other people. If you're down, I'm down.
(yes everything i write is original from my brain, and the pictures i show are original photos taken by me)
So I'm a writer. Always have been.
I'd look into the future as a kid and see a pen & paper. Its something that can keep me happy and occupied for days. I'm not interested in the proper formats of writing, the ways you're "supposed" to write; none of that. I write the way I write. Appreciate it, or don't.
I make grammatical errors when I want to, and you can still understand what you are reading. I don't always capitalize the words that are supposed to be either.
Well, I always wanted to be a journalist "when i grew up". Didn't make the title "journalist" but I'm still a writer. What would me holding a certificate with the words "journalism major" mean? I need a paper to tell me and the world who I am? My goal is not to appeal to certain people; my goal is to continue to be who i am and to never let it die.
The writer in me came from my dad. He's a poet, artist, and natural born writer. He didn't teach me to write, i just started writing. Much like how I haven't taught my 2 1/2 month old to love the outside and nature, like i do, he just does. I sit with him next to a window and i just observe as he looks at the colors of the trees, the blue birds that have a nest somewhere in the tree right outside our window, and the clouds. He seems to enjoy it as much as i do, if not more. He doesn't know what a tree is, what birds are, or what clouds are; but he looks at them as though they're his favorite things in the world. The feeling i get inside when i see the deep focus in his eyes and the smile forming in his face is truly indescribable.
I wish that i could recall what went through my head when i saw those things for the first time. I don't know that it would be so different than the way i feel now when i look at those things. They truly do amaze me. Nuff said for today.
Maybe it'll stop raining. I wanna take Michael outsidEeeEe