Blue

 


Blue


I took this a few years ago on a trip in Queensland, Australia. It was with just the camera on my phone at the time. However, I been considering getting into photography more seriously lately so I’ve been looking into some of the old photos that I have taken over the years. I found this gem, and maybe a few others that I will post over time. The background of this photo I just absolutely love.

Ghost Image

It is said that the purpose of a family photograph is to preserve memory, but it creates images that take the place of memory, conceal it, and are a kind of respectable history, unnuanced and interchangeable, passed from one family to the next with the vague hope of leaving a trace for future generations. Not a literary history, but a superficial history.

–Β  HervΓ© Guibert

Amusing Ourselves to Death

I came across this quote in a book I was reading recently.

As some psychiatrist once put it, we all build castles in the air. The problems come when we try toΒ live in them.

Neil Postman

While I don’t agree with many of his sentiments in Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business, I can still appreciate the quote.

Mind’s Eye

When I was a child, I never thought I’d reach twenty-five,
I’d just never felt all that alive.
When I reached the age I’d never thought so,
I will admit for a while – it was touch and go.

Now that age I’ve moved beyond,
To life I’ve grown attached, grown fond.
But sometimes in the deep dark of night,
It can be hard to see the light.

The child once more takes hold,
And I feel like I’ll never know what it’s like to be old.
To be sure, I must admit I don’t want to die,
But, my old self, I’ve never seen in my mind’s eye.

an answer to Why?

My constant companion,
Never far from sight,
Always there for just in case,
How rarely you see the light.

An Idea of what could be, a future
For the two of us, you and me.
Grand plans created so alive in my mind.
In reality, likely never to be.

Untold stories trapped,
So many of them locked inside so deep.
Fear of Failure – lies told – doubt of oneself in truth.
Your unblemished pages, yours to keep.

Together, you and me

I can still remember
The first day
I ever saw you
Standing there so
Self-assured
I filled with such doubt
Of who I was
And could yet be
But you always knew
Always could see
That part of me
I could never set free
Until the first day
I ever saw you
Standing there so
Self-assured
I was filled with such awe
Of who you were
And what we could yet be.
Together, you and me.

And Fade Away

A day’s happiness gone
In an instant. The exact moment
I see your face, only can you such a thing do.
Your negativity reaching out,
Searching for a new victim to invade,
To spread out and propagate,
A never ending cycle, I am caught
Unable to evade tendrils crushing
The life out of me struggling
To breathe suffocating everyone
It manages to hold in its sway.
I get so tired searching for
A moment of peace. It’s so easy
To forget the bright start to the day.
Oh well it was so long ago it can’t
Have been the day. Perhaps I’ll
Just lay down my head, suddenly so weary.
Never to escape, close my eyes…

Rise and Shine

It’s like a sickness.
A raised temperature,
An unfocused delirium,
A feeling of coming death.

Midnight creature, forced,
Awakened at unnatural
Hours of the day
In a battle for survival.

A sense of nausea
Unable to be quashed
Temples pounding, unyielding,
The coming of the sun.

The early bird,
Gets the worm,
Yet the moonlit tiger
Catches the larger prey.

Rainy Day Ruminations

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but lefttwo loaves, sell one, and with thedole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul3

It’s been a rainy couple of days lately, and I couldn’t help thinking of one of my favorite poems to get me through it.

If thou of fortune be bereft,
and in thy store there be but left
two loaves, sell one, and with the
dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

John Greenleaf Whittier