As I take a moment to gather my thoughts…gain my footing…find myself. Things are different. Things have changed. I am restless and to the point of desperation. For something beyond the reality. Beyond this place. Often beyond my reach. Is it fuel to the fire. Is it is smothering the flames. It is too early to tell. Will I rise? Will I fall? No one knows. Till that day comes, I sit here…within these walls. Listening ever so contently as the wind calls me home.
Of a different time. Long ago. Dancing barefooted. Beneath the summer sun. Flowers at me. Flowers in my hair. Song of the wind. Guided by the birds. Peace, love, and happiness. Free as the trees. Memories of a flower child…deep within my heart.
I don’t know if I ever was a flower child. You know in past life. Those times had ended when I was born. My birth was wrecked with bell bottoms, John Travolta ‘stayin’ alive’ and platform shoes. Don’t even ask me to explain those shirts. Wrecked may not be the right word, but it would not be my decade of choice. Neither would the one that engulfed ages 4/5-14up in….the 80s. Do not get me wrong….huge fan of many of 80s movies. Then the 90s… there are still some songs that get me dancing. I was a hair band girl, too. Part of me still is…the good ones anyway, but for real. Those times. Those were not my best years; especially, since my mom liked to cut my hair and I usually ended up looking like a boy. I know that I’m not alone there.
Lost my train of thought after I went back and typed, ‘hair bands’. Started singing, Mr. Big’s, “I’m the one who wants to be with you. Deep inside I hope you feel it too. Waited on a line of greens and blues. Just to be the next to be with you.” I was never that girl, but that was always one of my favorite songs. Then Steelheart, “I’ll never let you go”…yeah. Anyway.
How is that for a weird combination of a person: flower child, country girl, that occasionally listens to hair bands. I’ll take it. And now that I’ve completely lost my train, I’ll bid you adieu. As always, thank you for stopping by.
Came the sound like no other. It was not the thunder rolling. It was not the lightening strike. It was sound of the spirit being set free.
This picture wasn’t actually of a thunderstorm. No, the original photo was actually a relatively sunny day. I played around with the colors and just really kind of liked this one. Probably because it sparked some creative wordage to roll around in my head. But…who really knows.
This is posted seriously later than I planned, but the day kind of got away from me. It happens.
Well, probably not but it is the heart of the badlands for me. This picture fared really well on Facebook yesterday, so I’ve decided to go ahead and share it here. It is also one of my favorites as it turned out exactly as I wanted it to. I mean, for the most part…considering that I’m not entirely sure what I was going for.
I plan on going ahead and heading to Custer State Park again this year. I will probably take a gander at the Badlands. I’m not entirely sure, though, since my last camping experience there left something to be desired. There were some trails that I wanted to conquer, so we will see. I plan on going a month earlier this time, May instead of June, maybe that one month will make a difference.
I really can’t wait to get my new lens out there and really see what I can accomplish with warmer hands. This will hopefully be this will be the year that sets everything in motion. We shall see. I’m hopeful. For now, though, I must go freeze my face off as there are horses that need fed.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow. And if it is cold where you are, and you have the option, stay warm.
I am taking a chance by posting the above picture. I posted one of this nature for yesterday’s blog, and as of posting this one….it did not fair well. That should bother me. Maybe to some extent it does, but I took a gamble. And I am gambling again. I suppose that is what life is supposed to be about. Gambling…taking chances…pushing the line. So, here it goes.
I shared these photos, at least someone of them, with a friend. He called them ‘interesting’. Interesting means different. It is not always a good term, but he says that it is and it is because this is different than my usual work. That really is true. My usual work is pretty simple and to the point. I’m just not always so simple.
I have said it time and time again, there is a wild and free little spirit that tugs at my inner being. I realized that today, but I think I’ve known, that is part of my problem. I don’t get to use a lot of creativity in my daily life. I don’t get to use a lot of my brain, my intellect….my life…my routine, it is pretty redundant. Mundane. I run on autopilot most of the time and when I try to drive myself….that is when I get overwhelmed and lacking in the motivation department. I think it is the whole ‘use it or lose it’ thing. I could be wrong.
I don’t know how many pictures like this that I will do. It is still pretty ‘single digit’ cold here so I don’t know when I will venture out with my camera. I’m also working two jobs now, so my time is limited. I decided to play around with some pictures to try and learn different skill sets. To find my niche…maybe, but really just to be a little different than normal.
It is not really ideal for a lot of my readers and I understand that. For now, I’m just trying something new and I appreciate your patience. You all are, and have always been, rockstars. Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.