2010

My question for you today is this; do you believe in dichotomy? Are there really only two sides, two options, black or white. One side or another to choose from. Or is there a third path that is yet undiscovered that you must find before you travel. I believe it is easier to think of the world in black and white because it makes the world a little less complicated. But that doesn’t mean it is true or right. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems, as I say and it is true. It can be hard though trying to find the third path in life. There is no denying the fact that the third road is the hardest to travel because it is unpaved. Many people believe in a dichotomous world because it is much easier to travel the well beaten path. This is not how I live, this is not how I think anyone should live. ...

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 like ghosts 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 ...

We found a coyote laying down on top of a snow hatted rock that just looked really amazing. We decided that we would wait for him to stand up on top of the rock because the composition of the shot would be perfect. He seemed pretty content just laying there though, trying to take a nap. He really was beautiful and I almost missed him. I hadn’t even noticed him at the time because I was watching another coyote out in the fields when another person pointed him out to me. It is funny how easy it is to miss things. It makes me wonder what else did I miss, what other wondrous creatures did I pass by as I was consumed by some other thing? ...

Seek out what has never been sought Reach out and try What fear has always stopped Find the line between evil and divine If you search you will find They’re between this very thin line I will stand perpetually With one blind eye Cast down on thee And one shut tight To seal your image away for infinity I watched you fall And rise again I watched your torment and pain As you reveled in your own sin I stood helpless Pulled between right and wrong Were justice is a price And mercy is strength less Cross the great divide As I reach out to you Snatch me from Limbo’s grasp And bring me back to you

You may be wondering at this point in connection to the title, why the flowers. They aren’t green, there is no leprechaun hiding inside of it, and there is no possible way this photo can be related to Saint Patrick’s Day. My response to that would be: You are correct. There is absolutely no correlation between Saint Patrick’s Day and this flower. The question now remains as to way I chose this picture out of all the pictures I have (and that is quiet a collection to choose from). My answer, I don’t like Saint Patrick’s Day. To me, it is pointless, almost as pointless as connecting a totally unrelated photo to an irrelevant day. ...

The moon is framed with reaching hands Holding out waiting To cradle the child’s leaning head When sleep hangs On the starry eyes Of Midnight’s child We will be waiting To catch you As you fall To wrap you up In lights warm embrace To cradle the fragile Fluttering heart of a baby bird We will hold you tight Until it is time To let you go Until your heart Grows strong again So close your eyes Child of the night We will cradle you As you sink Past the point Were you can Re-open your eyes Lay down your head In a cradle of hands We will hold you We will keep you safe Until midnight comes again

While in Yellowstone I was searching for Big Horned Sheep. We didn’t have much luck because they always sat in the same place up on top of a mountain where we couldn’t get good pictures of them. Finally on our last day though we spotted a herd of big horned sheep grazing on a hill. They were so interesting to look at, they really are unique creatures. It was really fun to watch them chomping on grass. ...