tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78615196262882203362024-02-19T05:25:54.653-08:00The world through my eyesB.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-20283422609773289142010-05-19T14:07:00.000-07:002010-05-19T14:11:28.512-07:00Day 7/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQRuPXepJ_OF6izCLTEwoBB01ieelOz2Oou0BMTW_FriMj2rKQDNBjtGTcNHzeDND__3uVvm5SoancSLi7qumtQHz-LLjvLvYEcXb7JlwqtgY6vL9aDP5fhgpHBqMtLqErbPZTHnrEfo/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQRuPXepJ_OF6izCLTEwoBB01ieelOz2Oou0BMTW_FriMj2rKQDNBjtGTcNHzeDND__3uVvm5SoancSLi7qumtQHz-LLjvLvYEcXb7JlwqtgY6vL9aDP5fhgpHBqMtLqErbPZTHnrEfo/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473090842587118370" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 7: "My take on peace"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I actually took this 3 years ago, I believe. My take on peace still hasn't changed. </span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-73951015830142346082010-05-18T13:17:00.001-07:002010-05-18T13:24:25.276-07:006/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1A9CuB9XKYpQpAKC6PNIPyETz7YIgyBi7Uq0mPdY5eXZTKaxoS8Irin5P_RsWKZmmt1YpodI7QOZWAh8S6rYn6fPFfk-1bruD3cvAYf-fvjCIyTQmY1NqEBBkmSTXsXsfmCczEYWXWQE/s1600/rocks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1A9CuB9XKYpQpAKC6PNIPyETz7YIgyBi7Uq0mPdY5eXZTKaxoS8Irin5P_RsWKZmmt1YpodI7QOZWAh8S6rYn6fPFfk-1bruD3cvAYf-fvjCIyTQmY1NqEBBkmSTXsXsfmCczEYWXWQE/s320/rocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472707915480166418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 6: "River Rocks" </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Its amazing how beautiful the things that we completely overlook are. Even when they are the centerpiece on your kitchen table. </span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-380144958651431402010-05-17T20:42:00.000-07:002010-05-17T20:54:21.697-07:00Day 5/365<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; font-size: x-small; ">Day 5: "Fucked up"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I took this picture when I visited Chicago, IL last summer. Anthony says it reminds him of the "Fucked Up" CD cover. Not intentional, though, because I don't listen to/like Fucked Up. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSpqXwrxMQO9UrNeG9RPShAM0SH87vkfLMj1VxL-_xFwsQcCQqXiFIjWEM9m3H5pC3GTv8pwITPuaG1PQFD_LnMhBdEqG4-QxI_QulRC3sCtKhL8JRmGuPbylFD28QN9mFR9c6fWaEU0/s1600/city.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSpqXwrxMQO9UrNeG9RPShAM0SH87vkfLMj1VxL-_xFwsQcCQqXiFIjWEM9m3H5pC3GTv8pwITPuaG1PQFD_LnMhBdEqG4-QxI_QulRC3sCtKhL8JRmGuPbylFD28QN9mFR9c6fWaEU0/s320/city.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472452884635454130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCTjQL0ACA0Zq_lL-DGV7BcY5U6RqMlTH9_nn745vycsJM2XOX8IpeZD8hFViiN4oTmcKKSTgOLrRaYtI2-iaIMBpxe2dgBve_z0KJO2Goj_lh6xDrZ5DiEfeTfDajc5ff43Z0g75_ME/s1600/fucked-up-chemistry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCTjQL0ACA0Zq_lL-DGV7BcY5U6RqMlTH9_nn745vycsJM2XOX8IpeZD8hFViiN4oTmcKKSTgOLrRaYtI2-iaIMBpxe2dgBve_z0KJO2Goj_lh6xDrZ5DiEfeTfDajc5ff43Z0g75_ME/s320/fucked-up-chemistry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472452753115568514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I guess I can see a similarity. </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfkkykHlmLtsP6aUkd7RudNp1h4H7tUaX7ZrwASFfbnaKcp51v_AgbY8BAX6EpRVBkNvKJFlsnv6RY0Tr-IEWP1G8pa2ZsgBJjPynNvCSXcybwk5_ZMxsGJbb9kXF0QcPJiJkha_MRqo/s1600/fucked-up-chemistry.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a><div><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-48200070214769182292010-05-16T13:28:00.001-07:002010-05-16T13:30:52.640-07:004/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCG1hXpB7AjMP0k1DpFzjk5JYzVmgVmcKPQp5BGTKUoJBWl9Q_F5MK50gslUjo5T8nzKYoNwmpIBVEHSO_kjl7Ij_ZJkqZYgIfaCfE411mzS17PIf4y6mh0Y_CMpZwslG5Lcbtjp-_B3E/s1600/bookheart.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCG1hXpB7AjMP0k1DpFzjk5JYzVmgVmcKPQp5BGTKUoJBWl9Q_F5MK50gslUjo5T8nzKYoNwmpIBVEHSO_kjl7Ij_ZJkqZYgIfaCfE411mzS17PIf4y6mh0Y_CMpZwslG5Lcbtjp-_B3E/s400/bookheart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471967751103467730" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 4: "Love & Love" </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I haven't got much to say about this one, I think the picture says it all. </span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-34873437462589181682010-05-15T11:34:00.000-07:002010-05-15T11:43:48.085-07:003/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGdJPPrYYYjGJuR-suX2jbovx3VXB9XV4lE-oPz7CTJmKFKdazt0YaW6br8QRG5Zs4ho-ysbSzjfWTvr904WaJ9pupJkJU8LM3WSUIIqtxaJHnNc9VF0T9ZN3kMJCNWgH62XroooDKq4/s1600/IMG_6651.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGdJPPrYYYjGJuR-suX2jbovx3VXB9XV4lE-oPz7CTJmKFKdazt0YaW6br8QRG5Zs4ho-ysbSzjfWTvr904WaJ9pupJkJU8LM3WSUIIqtxaJHnNc9VF0T9ZN3kMJCNWgH62XroooDKq4/s400/IMG_6651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471567894700014946" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 3: "Entangled" </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I absolutely love the natural lights and shadows in this picture. There was absolutely zero editing done to this picture, and it came out amazing.<br /></span></span><br /></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-17907023844217971812010-05-14T14:58:00.000-07:002010-05-14T16:55:54.339-07:002/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT3kbgojYIisfkqLBasnyMxVZyLnh7_BYLV8SQUKC8cGzqshtKvpYPjAvhDwmC1v3mmA_m1ggs3tqowESixLXqCk-2s6v7VaTg9xm1OZ7JPzmhsdO8p9eRpYlQoj5hVypFvXH_1ibBMM/s1600/key.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT3kbgojYIisfkqLBasnyMxVZyLnh7_BYLV8SQUKC8cGzqshtKvpYPjAvhDwmC1v3mmA_m1ggs3tqowESixLXqCk-2s6v7VaTg9xm1OZ7JPzmhsdO8p9eRpYlQoj5hVypFvXH_1ibBMM/s400/key.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471248784967948066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 2: "Keys"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I was kind of inspired by my wedding anniversary necklace for today's picture. I think it looks timeless and absolutely beautiful. </span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-49664326679620772762010-05-13T13:02:00.000-07:002010-05-13T13:40:38.411-07:00Project 365: Day 1/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2iyUvNiSNapxBGRyR90GDqAzUqYlALB9w2nEwyQ1lAR3G5pkqf-xDSVI4hmKmoV879dSdhLPnJzuw-Z_FfdAnm_eZvZzPLi5MBrkAhD2hkuYNdk8wuXYKUhxBAsnYsyhOkgIq0ijQHg/s1600/day1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2iyUvNiSNapxBGRyR90GDqAzUqYlALB9w2nEwyQ1lAR3G5pkqf-xDSVI4hmKmoV879dSdhLPnJzuw-Z_FfdAnm_eZvZzPLi5MBrkAhD2hkuYNdk8wuXYKUhxBAsnYsyhOkgIq0ijQHg/s400/day1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470854167190327282" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Day 1: "One bright day"</span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-13142815687503579472010-05-05T12:22:00.000-07:002010-05-05T12:24:02.161-07:00Reality...?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoteXEf34_Cynr-bK9vgGoSalsb14kByFoRdN19FqI01UDcCYXkFhss6190mIeAB-5sFUKYFON-TolMvoRrLW4EKvElDLh3nDJetTVaOq-J4tT4REZcWLyAh48qk1YYS9-I9oLG5S_Vw/s1600/dream.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoteXEf34_Cynr-bK9vgGoSalsb14kByFoRdN19FqI01UDcCYXkFhss6190mIeAB-5sFUKYFON-TolMvoRrLW4EKvElDLh3nDJetTVaOq-J4tT4REZcWLyAh48qk1YYS9-I9oLG5S_Vw/s400/dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467868803757581666" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What is reality, and what are merely things inside ones mind that only come out at night?</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There I lay, enveloped in my linens.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My eyes began to spasm as I stared at my window, the sweet early morning light barely peeking through.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I sat and watched, but did nothing to try to stop myself from the clear trauma I was experiencing.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There I lay, in those linens, but there I stood observing my own self.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My body lay there, rooted down and as immovable as a structure made of stone.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A transparent face looked me right in my eyes, as if to stare through me, rather than at me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I continued to watch myself, as my unrelenting body convulsed.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Through the eyes of my body that lay there, in that daze, i observed the face.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It took great pleasure in taunting and provoking me, as I lay there, unable to defend myself.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This seemed to continue for an eternity...and then I woke up.</span></span></span></div></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-49702265200689258632010-05-01T13:10:00.001-07:002010-05-01T20:48:07.195-07:00An enemy, but a gift.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbXcaYXqKI9tKPoXH7J3F0oWZRJ55xRdXPRVuWXg5m0yBv3RVmDy3HaYdxvthWzBKTZZ8UIp-UIPV9SIB87i_tJU0Skgv2oZZDs44puCPoSnoY388IczCBeaZMqjA2KMFwvGJPHKRo9Y/s1600/pinecone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbXcaYXqKI9tKPoXH7J3F0oWZRJ55xRdXPRVuWXg5m0yBv3RVmDy3HaYdxvthWzBKTZZ8UIp-UIPV9SIB87i_tJU0Skgv2oZZDs44puCPoSnoY388IczCBeaZMqjA2KMFwvGJPHKRo9Y/s400/pinecone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466513798732910098" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There are so many elements of time. Time cannot be mimiced. Time is time. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There was time before I, and there will be time after. One moment will always be its own unique moment. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just as a moment in time becomes history; history is a moment in time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What was once can never be recreated, because time does not rewind. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Time goes forward, but never back. And this, in my eyes, is one of life's greater tragedies. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Time is an enemy, but time is a gift. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Tomorrow is not promised, and yesterday will never be today. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cherish all you have in your life, because when a moment becomes prior, you will never see that moment again. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-33079260642092844982010-04-26T10:26:00.000-07:002010-04-26T11:44:30.845-07:00Where there is water there is life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECuG-Qv9XLdPJOkDKykYHWLQH8n-IudcSFVvk-NPe-NarBKEs3cBcYFvtF0AETenzFV7u7OvFrsrep_gKPN30g4qTdMfOOQeeYlZ4V24I_HCdTxTqzOp5tu-zWLADKXNNyhyE39k6zO4/s1600/babyoutside.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECuG-Qv9XLdPJOkDKykYHWLQH8n-IudcSFVvk-NPe-NarBKEs3cBcYFvtF0AETenzFV7u7OvFrsrep_gKPN30g4qTdMfOOQeeYlZ4V24I_HCdTxTqzOp5tu-zWLADKXNNyhyE39k6zO4/s400/babyoutside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464501629634350482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Water is another thing that God created that amazes me. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It is like a natural made mirror; It reflects anything in its path. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When I see water I think of an astonishing pureness that cannot be replicated. To me it represents life. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">They say that where there is water there is life. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Life is full of sweet things. </span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861519626288220336.post-3265945441286814962010-04-21T13:43:00.000-07:002010-04-21T16:24:09.510-07:00Its about the history<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-vIkc8nO6XNNe6YwEFxXyYk_YcgmPBqXMFwlRfKNUUfkJSdzqKFM4dD0v3sxrh4hqjAJ31DSZbrYhti-U9jqPuYVvs0ismX6DnjKv0JOyC0SBLGSTIONxbs0hItGkCYYNztVfWU_0kc/s1600/bybee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-vIkc8nO6XNNe6YwEFxXyYk_YcgmPBqXMFwlRfKNUUfkJSdzqKFM4dD0v3sxrh4hqjAJ31DSZbrYhti-U9jqPuYVvs0ismX6DnjKv0JOyC0SBLGSTIONxbs0hItGkCYYNztVfWU_0kc/s400/bybee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462735017746733250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(yes everything i write is original from my brain, and the pictures i show are original photos taken by me)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So I'm a writer. Always have been. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">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. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe it'll stop raining. I wanna take Michael outsidEeeEe</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></span></div>B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14463239615583062323noreply@blogger.com0