There were six of these little guys hiding in the grass one morning during an early morning drive. Only one of them moved slow enough or didn’t care enough to run and hide.
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.
Everyone have a beautiful day.
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It has been a week. Between system issues at work, realizing how ignorant some people can be….that is a rant and a soapbox for another day. Still, a phrase pops into mind. One time during a conversation about something else, a friend told me one of his favorite quotes, “Not everything that rolls through your mind, needs to roll off your tongue”. I really wish more people would hold this true. I’m not always great about it, but some people are down right horrible at it.
Anyway, instead of harping on self-righteous ignorance, I’m just going to do what I do best. Focus on the beauty. Focus on all that in which makes my heart at peace. Two horses standing on the side of the road, minding their own business. Now provided, this is not an everyday occurrence unless you are somewhere the wild horses run free….still, knowing that there is still good and innocence. Knowing that there is still peace and a place that I truly can be myself….that is what keeps me complete. That sounds strange, I know.
We should be able to truly be ourselves no matter where we are. We should always feel complete, but most of us rarely feel 100%. Still, neither of these should really be an issue, but I’ve learned since moving to this state that I wish I had not…I have to fight a little harder to do that. People always seem to want to test us. Or it is the powers that be. Either way…it has been a challenge. Soapbox, soapbox, soapbox, my apologies. My point is, between all that I doubt. My skills, my place, myself….it is nice to have a reminder that I’ve got this.
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I am not really posting these pictures to show off my mad photography skills, which seemed to be a little lack luster over the weekend. I am posting this particular set of photos, because they symbolize the end of a chapter. That might actually be giving them too much credit. Still, they are from a chapter that officially ended last week and as I’ve been attempting to close some other chapters that are long over due on the closing level…today they symbolize the end of a chapter….hopefully, many chapters.
These photos are from the photo shoot that I did a few weeks ago. Most of my followers know what kind of experience that ended up being. I’m not bitter about it. It ended up being a lesson in things that I had long tried to ignore and a lesson in things that I hadn’t given much thought to. I always try to be the utmost accommodating and continuously giving people the benefit of the doubt. Unfortunately, that is often misplaced and ends up scuffing my boots. Not to mention that some things just should not be that difficult.
These will be the only photos from that shoot that I post. Not that the others were terrible, but that it is a chapter that is closed and I’m better off for it. Some people just do not like realizing that they are not going to be able to play games to get what they want. Terms were set and the end result was her going with another photographer for future endeavors. I’m good with that.
Taking a stand and learning how passionate I was about my photography….it sparked something that inspired me to start working on other chapters of my life that had been open for way, way too long. First loves die-hard and that is all that I will say about that.
So, I forgot where I was going with all that. Train of thought has derailed. It has been a stressful morning already as I should actually be working at my “actually pays the bills job”, but cannot due to system issues and waiting on IT to get back to me. Another chapter of my life that is way past its prime. Anyway, I don’t know what tomorrow brings. I guess we never truly do on the deeper sense of things. I mean we know the set in stone parts of our days. The getting up, going to work, clocking out, coming home, and doing whatever we need to do then. We just do not know what little surprises the day has in store for us. For the most part, I’m good with that.
Still, one thing I need to post on my fridge….closing chapters really is a good thing sometimes. It is also highly, highly recommended on occasion. We cannot start a new chapter if we haven’t finished the last. I am pretty sure that everyone knows that, but sometimes I’m a little slower than the rest. I like things on my terms and I’m as stubborn as an old bull sitting out in pasture when it comes to change sometimes. I come to graze when I want to.
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