I am seriously a very, very restless soul. It seems like I’m constantly standing on a boardwalk and wondering what is at the end of it. I’m always wanting to just pack the car, load up the dog, and hit the road. Go until I cannot go anymore. Go until I find the one place that finally feels like I belong. Always searching.
I just never really seem to find the end of the boardwalk. There is always something. Always a reason why I have to stop. Always a reason why I cannot keep going. A reason why I have to wait. If I could make a living off of adventuring, I’d be gone. I think a lot of people would be.
It is funny how life turns out. How there always seems to be that rut. That pit stop that seems to last forever. I’m no fool. I know these things happen for a reason. Everything always happens for a reason. That is if you believe in that kind of thing. I do. More than I like to admit most of the time, but I do.
This was a pit stop. Living in this city. It wasn’t supposed to last as long as it has, but I am glad it has. I’m definitely a stronger and better person than I was seven years ago. I’ve gotten to explore and experience things I would not have had the chance otherwise. Meet people who I probably never would have met (I mean besides the “friends” and “associates” I’ve met here). I’ve learned what I’m no longer willing to tolerate. Who I really am or at least who I think I am. Things that I would have figured out eventually, but things that I figured out a lot quicker from being at this pit stop.
Despite the fact that I get the point, I’m constantly staring at the end of the boardwalk and wondering where it goes. Anxiously waiting for my chance to finally meet the end. I know I’m not alone, others may just not be as long.
Of the building. I really just kind of liked the way that you could see the clouds through the other entry way. I probably did not capture it quite the way I envisioned, but I still think they turned out nicely. I hope you enjoy. Have a beautiful day.
Oh, the things people post on Facebook. I really need to break away from that site, but I get so bored. Still, the things that people post. Lately, post after post after post in regards to a certain flag that shall remain nameless. People threatening to delete other people if they support it and vice versa. I mean honestly. Is this really what we’ve come to?
I’m all about standing for what you believe in. We are no one if we do not have something that we stand for and are willing to do so. Some of views might be ignorant, some people might need a history lesson, some might need an educational lesson in modern times, but that is neither here nor there nor mine to really state. It is not my place to judge.
Debates include bits and pieces of history lessons, which is fine. Still, are history lessons really without bias? There will never be a fairness or an end to this debate. It is something that will haunt us for eternity, because we are so eager to stand for something and so eager to feel like we need to choose a side. The problem with choosing sides, people only hear what they want to hear. We only take away from things, what we want to take away from them. We cannot always communicate our thoughts in a way that is not defensive. More importantly…there are two sides to everything and the only side that matters depends on what side of the fence you stand on. Very few of us teeter from the fence itself to see what both sides have to offer. Even the most educated and logical arguments are dismissed and demeaned and controversial, because it may go against the grain.
My opinion is, I know what I stand for. I know what I believe in. The only person that I have to prove this to is myself. When we choose to jump on bandwagons, we end up defending ourselves and our beliefs. Who has time for that? Too many people go about it the wrong way and all that is accomplished is greater lines are drawn. There is no justice. There is no solutions. There is just chaos and division.
Is there an easy resolution for all of this? No. Still for me….there is way too much beautiful left in this world to continue to indulge and concern myself with malarkey. I don’t have time for that.
I still have a ton of my pictures from my last trip to post, but I’ve decided to take a break from those for the day. The zone and I were out walking yesterday and I saw these beauties peaking through a chain link fence. They seemed so strange there, but I loved the way that they were complimenting the fence. One that is usually so drab and unappealing.
At first I was going to pass them by and try to catch them another day. Storm clouds were rolling in and I just knew that by the time I got back inside, unleashed the zone, and grabbed my camera that rain would be pouring. No rain ever came and about 30 or so minutes later the sun was back to shining. I grabbed my camera and took off. These turned out way better than I thought they would. Sometimes walking the zone has its advantages.
I’ve actually posted this picture before in another post, but it was included with several others in that series. Today, this photo kind of took on a different type of value for me.
I took this photo at Gettysburg National Military Park during my road trip. It was my first stop and it had been a rainy and cloudy morning. I got some good shots, but they are limited in the ones that I feel may be worthy of sharing. A couple of my cannon shots were my favorite and so I decided to share a couple with the Gettysburg page on Facebook.
I didn’t want to be just a picture post as they have a featured photos of the week series. In order to be a part of this series, you have to submit your photo submissions via their website page. Someone then reviews them and each week, a number of photos are chosen to share on their page. This was one of the ones that I submitted.
I’ve been having one of those “when it rains, it pours” kind of months so I was feeling a little defeated by day’s end yesterday. Being bored, I was messing around on Facebook. I had forgotten exactly when I submitted my photos, but it donned on me that I had not seen a post from Gettysburg. I made my way over their page and saw their “Great Photos of the Week” post.
They had chosen seven photos to be their “Great Photos of the Week” series for June 22….this girl made the cut. It was small and I’m sure that a lot of photos get chosen overtime or there were not that many entrants, but it made me happy to see my photo featured.
It is always the little things when timing most calls for it. I try hard to remember that, but sometimes it is difficult. It was nice to get this reminder.
I cannot actually take credit for this picture. My niece was playing around with my camera and she snapped this one so credit goes to her.
Thirty-eight years ago, this man chose to marry a woman pregnant with another man’s baby. That other man was no father nor did he ever choose to be. This man stepped up and took on the responsibility without a second thought. The powers that be really only know why.
It was never an easy road; especially, when the couple had children of their own, but still there he stood. I may have no longer been daddy’s little girl. Still, he was my daddy. We butted heads often, but I guess that is what parents and kids do. I’ve often wondered what would happen if that woman ever followed through on her threats. Would I still have a dad? I would like to think that I would. I mean despite all, he still only does what a father would do.
So many times I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to call him father. Not by him, but by outsiders that think they know everything. This man may not be by biological counter part…my biological counterpart decided long ago he had no room for me, but this man is my true father. Anyone can be dad, but it takes a true man to be a father. Someone who stands by your side, always comes to your aid, drives you up the wall, tries to save you when he can, and is always there even when he doesn’t have to be.
With that said, happy father’s day to all the fathers out there. Especially, my daddy, the only father I have ever had.
It’s a little stormy here today and I was feeling a little restless. Not that I do not love the rain, but some days I feel a little too old to get out and play in it. Anyway, when I feel restless, I start trying to think of ways to stir up dust. Ways that are financially feasible for the moment at hand. I’ve still yet to figure out how to do that for this bout of restlessness, but it made me think of this picture.
I absolutely love this horse and she always gives me amazing photo ops. Watching her walk down the side of the sand dune was just perfect timing. I didn’t put a lot of thought into this shot, but I love how I caught the sand flying up as she lifted her hoof. Those shots always make me happy, because I like to believe that it takes a little bit of skill to get those right. Of course…I’d probably have to go with that it was more on the side of luck, but just the same.