Hiding from the world
So no-one sees my face
I’d rather be alone
In an empty space.
I’m in the dark
There is no hope
Perhaps one day
I’ll learn to cope.
To all my friends feeling pain at the moment, near or far.
God Bless America.
And the World.
That is all 😳
First steps for change
Sweep the old away
Prepare yourself for new
First steps for change
One new dawn, a new day –
Will skies be red, or rather blue?
Been there.
Done that.
Got the ten amazing t-shirts.
(That no longer fit).
I’m going to learn about photography! So I can do justice to roses 🙂 and petals.
University of Sydney is holding a basics course in December. But I need a camera. Does the following even make any sense?
“To participate in this photography course, participants must bring their own camera (DSLR, FourThirds or Micro FourThirds camera with manual exposure controls and RAW file recording capability).”
Yes, I’m a beginner. Have no idea what that even means. What camera should I buy?
The first time a connection with someone new is made, there is a clean slate between those two people. There is nothing on the slate, the connection is unwritten. And from that single moment, the image begins to form.
Pictures.
Drawings.
Sketches.
Lines.
Colors.
Blacks.
Whites.
Emotions.
All these things merge to form a bigger picture. And after a while, we may like what we see. Or not. Does the image presented before us make us happy? Does it uplift? Does it encourage?
Or does it drain and destroy and suck energy and make us want to resist? If it does, perhaps for our own sanity we need to walk away. I hate closing doors. It is against my nature.
Perhaps this is my lesson?
I ate of the forbidden fruit
Since then I ache for more
I pay the price both day and night
And now I understand
I put my finger to the flame
It burnt, I burnt, I pain
My skin is raw
Red melting flesh
It never goes away
Perhaps in time my wounds will heal
Til then
I breathe, I hurt, I pray
Poems and Petals 