The Ocean

The ocean does it for me.  Some people say how much they love the mountains, come fall up in the north east the leaf peepers flock further north to sit in the mountains and stare at leaves that really do look awesome because they have this hot fiery color, like flames.

 For me, at that time I hibernate, counting the days until I can sit in the hot sun, until I can stare out at the ocean, the vast endless horizon, hear the sound of crashing waves getting louder as the tide changes  laying  there soaking up the energy.

There is something about the smell of sunscreen and salt air, something about rinsing off at the end of the day in the ice cold showers that remove the salt and sand from your skin. 

Rinse off the day spent at the beach, all day spent at the beach.

Looking in the mirror staring back at  cheeks blazoned from the sun’s rays and beach hair, Oh beach hair, how I love beach hair. But there is something more, something about the way the beach feels, a feeling of home, center,  a calm, me.  A full and complete sense of freedom while sitting there on the beach.

Those moments, those few and far between moments for me that  now when  I can get to the beach to find it’s familiar calm. 

It’s the same feeling of finding “the one” that same sense of peace and calm.

When I moved south I first settled in a state that was land locked, it really did bother me, a sense of something missing.  Since, I have met “The one”, I moved and am no longer landlocked but the nearest ocean is at least 8 hours away, less sense of angst but at least I know the beach is now once again on my left,  just a bit of a drive way.  For now I have to rely on the smell of sunscreen while sitting at the pool helping to conjure up the memories of the ocean and the shots I took while I was up north this past summer. Certainly not enough were taken, but the few I have will have to be it for now.

The ocean does it for me.

I want to touch it


I have so many versions of this shot , I was messing around in Photoshop.

As soon as I made this one I instantly wanted to touch it, feel the texture it created.

It makes me think of a song…Vincent (Starry Starry Night

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land…

Dog Smiles

I had a different picture to post today but with the lack of sun and abudance of rain in this area I thought a good sunshiny picture might hit the spot.

Reilly loves the sun, takes after his mama, it’s like we are lizards.  We get our power from the sun’s rays.

Sadness Creeps IN

I knew someone that took their life last year, we shared family, loved ones that are hurting now in her absence. When I heard the news  I made this photo and wrote down a poem, you will find that at the bottom of this post.

I don’t get it, I can’t wrap my head around the level of sadness, loneliness, the utter feeling of defeat,  that there is no one to turn to, no one to understand and help makes sense of what is going on inside.

I do understand that there is something in every one, a level of strength. Some can go through anything without shedding a tear while others seem to lack the strength. Some how it was left out of their makeup, their composition when they were created. It’s no ones fault, I just wish there was a way we could know, know something that would alert us,  tell us, that someone we love feels this is the only answer.

I remember when she was born, I remember her mothers laugh, I would see her from time to time at family get togethers throughout the years, and  when I think of her gone, I can’t believe it, it hurts to imagine the pain. The pain she felt, the pain that is now left behind.  

Sadness creeps in

at what point does one let it take over So much

So much  that the weight of the rock on ones  shoulders crushes

That you chose to leave it behind

I cannot fathom the thoughts to bring a human to such despair

A Pulpit Gone Silent to Soon

This is inside the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, GA.  Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. gave sermons from this pulpit, a recording of Dr. King plays and yet as it plays there is a solemn silence while visitors sit and listen.  When you walk in and climb the stairs you hear his voice and for a brief second he is alive and you are climbing the stairs to witness one of the great sermons of Doctor Kings’.

It’s hard not to be in this place and feel it in your heart as  the words echo throughout, it’s hard to stop your mind from placing yourself in the room, in that place, feeling the energy.

There is a movie you can watch back at the center, the center is separate from the church across the street, if you come to Atlanta you have to visit. 

The movie drove me to tears, the thought of pure evil that one human could have towards another just because they are of a different color is sad, heartbreaking and made me angry.  My friends, my coworkers, my fellow human beings should never have to suffer such hatred.

A piece of music to share for today, this is part 3 of the song, a really interesting song. This part 3 wraps up an inspiring work of music.  Check it out, the artist is Moodsings, the album, Moodfood and this song is Spiritual High Part 3.