Wednesday, November 28, 2007
But this was not to be, the rot was soon to set in, initially a spot which over the months has grown, to blight my life professionally as well as personally.
What concerns me most is the state of my relationship with the woman I love.... it's spiralling down, and I fear the worse.
I don't know what to do...
Friday, November 23, 2007
I haven't given my thought to my little hobby in the sense never really tried to articulate what it does for me. A conversation along those lines with a dear friend got me thinking about it.
Shooting from the hip, of everyday life perhaps the easiest to do. The art lies in blending into the background to remain unnoticed. Fauna cetainly the hardest for the right shot requiring patience and the ability to move with minute movements. I say this as one who has no paraphanalia except for a standard lens.
Shooting people, individuals is what I like best. To try and capture the essense of a person, to preserve for ever one singular moment.
The difficulty lies in finding someone unhibited, un affected by the presence of a camera. But when you do, ah, the moment can be magical! Alex was outstanding in the sense that the camera loved her.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Quietly forceful, original, and sensitive. Tend to stick to things until they are done. Extremely intuitive about people, and concerned for their feelings. Well-developed value systems which they strictly adhere to. Well-respected for their perserverence in doing the right thing. Likely to be individualistic, rather than leading or following.
Counselers, clergy, missionaries, teachers, medical doctors, dentists, chiropractors, psychologists, psychiatrists, writers, musicians, artists, psychics, photographers, child care workers, education consultants, librarians, marketeers, scientists, social workers.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
An unexpected email let loose a flood of memories of a time gone by. The mail itself was minuet, five words of no great significance, but its very arrival was an event of note; bringing to mind a line, nothings forgotten, nothings ever forgotten.
Well, the flood took me back in time, to delve upon a small part of it, to contemplate how life’s path winds, how it meanders and forks. It’s at time such as this that I wonder what was down the paths I didn’t take. In life, unlike on a road trip, you can’t go back and take the next road.
The culmination of this was me re visiting an old friend – The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint Exupery. A gift from that time in my past, it’s a book I return to time and time again, to read in its entirety or to pick and choose passages from it. This time, this time I will read it as I did the first, slowly, loosing myself in its telling, discovering the hidden truths to be found within its pages. And, to that gentle soul that touched me, thank you. You are thought of with warmth and always with a smile.
If pressed I will confess to three books which have moved me profoundly – This, The Little Prince, Jonathan Livingston Seagull and Mister God, This is Anna. Two I was introduced to, the third I read for the first time in Readers Digest.
But I digress, me thinks I do.....
I guess what I really want to say is that I am fortunate
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
experience so in line with the overall theme.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I am now fully returned from my trip, and reality has bitten a largish chunk out of my arse. It speaks much about me when I say that I wish I was back on the road again, doing what I do best.
Work on the Mangroves has gone well, close upon completion though I have already run well out funds to finance it. But I will manage, it will be done.
Since my return I've had an opportunity to add to my pics, a few decent ones, nothing outstanding I hasten to assure you.
My day's have not been without drama and a fair amount of tension, both personally and professionally things are not too good right now. As things are, I need to maintain a low profile, try to mind my p's and q's and hope to survive to fight another day.