Monica Multer

I love visiting missions, there is always something magical about them. The feeling of history. Knowing that this place held so much meaning to so many people. There is always a hint of sadness, an emptiness that surrounds them. I have posted some photos of other missions like Mission San Miguel and Mission Hallways. This mission in San Juan Bautista is one of my favorites. Not just because it has a red door, but because I went there as a kid. It was the first mission I ever went to and I still loving going there.

You were so cute, I saw you on the beach playing with your dog. I wonder why you were wearing a bee suit. It doesn’t really matter though you looked amazingly cute in it. You are actually the main reason I came down to the beach. I saw you from up above and knew I had to see you up close. Thank you for being so cute, never loose it 😉

All the things we see around us everyday we start to take for granted after a while. One way I combat this is trying to look at things in a different way. Here is a simple recipe to remind you of the greatness of everyday things (or things you simply become very acquainted with): Look at it from a different angle. Whether it is standing only centimeters away from it so you can see the dust standing on the tip of a needle, or in this cause a cactus, or looking at it upside down. The world can be viewed through a million different angles. Pick one and use it to change your perspective. ...

There is the quiet hum Of a T.V. on silent Sterilized white walls Everything is so quiet Yet so very loud Footsteps echo in the halls Whispers sound like screams As they fall on dying ears Do you know who you are Or why you are here? Who ever knows Who ever will As they roll Another one away Down a long hallway That they never come back from He is the one who remains Locked in by See through curtains That cast shadows around him And thousands of tubes He is always alone No one ever at his side No family No friends No memories in the night To keep him company In the darkest hours of night Where the ghosts are so close And death stands at the foot Of his skinny little bed Telling him to come along It is finally your time There is just a pile of old postcards That he bought for himself What feels like a lifetime ago From all the places he had been And said he would never forget But now he can’t remember Anything at all He forgets where he is And who he is He is separated and detached From reality By what he lacks Waiting all alone In a white washed room With only a T.V. on mute For company And a stack of empty postcards All waiting for the inevitable The one thing he can never forget That death is lingering So very close He can feel its breath Whispering in his ear In a hospital room where Lethe Swept him away from all he knew And ever loved For him there is no future Or a past He is floating in an abyss Stuck between heaven and hell As the monitor beeps Slower and slower The man turns his head And looks at the postcards With old weary eyes He reaches with his weighted hands Shaking and fumbling As he picks one up A little smile on his dried cracked lips I remember He whispers but no one hears As the monitor stops And a lone tear Slips from his eye Staining the postcard As it falls Drifting slowly to the ground Remembered at last

Here is a little known fact about me, I am actually very afraid of roosters. Not chickens.. just roosters. They are beautiful creatures but very nasty. I really enjoy looking at them but I know not to get to close to them because they are very territorial and won’t hesitate in showing you how they feel. There is just something very threatening about the way a rooster looks at you. Especially ones like I was taking pictures of in San Juan Batista. They were everywhere, it felt kind of like a cult of chickens, it was slightly frightening. They were all over the place, even on the mission. All watching me, getting ready to attack. ...

Reach out and grasp onto the sun. The things that seem so out of reach are actually at your fingertips. But what are you reaching for? What is it that when you look at the sky that you are looking for? Some of you may know, some may not. That goal is attainable though, it may seem so very hard at times but remember you will never know just how close you are until you try.

I love the lighting of this photo of a palm tree while I was in Hawaii. Sometimes doing things the wrong way turns out really well.