Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

It's been awhile now, hasn't it? I've been so busy traipsing across the states that my writing had to be put on hold... while my characters have been put in suspension, storylines have been put on hold and my thoughts... well let's just say I had to stop thinking for a bit! I needed to turn it all off, get and look at life from a different angle and enjoy some scenery of a far refreshing kind! Writing I have always done. Maybe not quite in the fashion that I do now but I have written on and off for years... When I took up photography it mostly was by accident. My intention was never really to make a living at it. It was a journey that turned into a cathartic process. I needed to stop thinking. I needed to stop feeling... I needed to find a way to come out of an agoraphobic state and leave my house.  I needed to focus on something that I didn't already know and look at something from another angle. It wasn't necessarily how the camera was going to operate as to...

A hush. A lull... a moment of silence. A world gone insane and people wondering why? If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing. If you have an opinion be politically correct. Take responsibility... do not blame. Be accountable but don't have faults. The right to carry but not the right to arm or bare false witness. United we stand but divided we have fallen. I typically say nothing about politics, current affairs or racial tensions. In my book, "Do unto others as you would have done to you." You want to be a piece of sh.t that's on you! In  karmic ways, it comes back and serves you the way it was served. If you want to lie, or steal, maim or murder what kind of person does that make you? What economic, social, emotional, religious/spiritual type upbringing did you have? Where is your soul as a human being? Where on this dying planet did anyone give any of us the power to be destructive not only to each other but to a nation in which we live? Where if any is respe...

For just today, I am going to get away from the 3 books I'm trying to put in place, Almost 5 years in the making. Publishers, editors, podcast, photo shoots and the likes of getting to the core of love, life and loss... (the one that let me get away) Some things I can not make up. Writing has been cathartic... therapeutic and a need to tell a view. Perspective ... and how or what is needed, mostly wanted in one's life to thrive, succeed, exist, manage, be happy and go on. There are methods... sometimes its just catch and release and then learn to reset the hook!  (and wait, patiently wait.) I need my dad... I need to feel the warmth of the sun on some lake in some Jon boat listening to my dad tell some witty sarcastic story with a moral of hope and change... Casting a line waiting for that big bite! My dad an odd duck. Mostly never comfortable in his own skin, a man that lived with regret, sorrow and the love of two daughters he wasn't quite sure how to take ...