So this is what has become of our friendship? The only thing we can find to talk about is the weather? Yet when I emerged from my hole, which I do about as often as a ground-hog, I saw seasons.
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So much of my time is spent looking at clouds, wondering what I see in the figures and shapes, and what I see I feel. None of it makes any sense any more than the weather, and its affect on me is what changes me, drives me, pains me. A subtle, frightening figure watching from a distance, or sharing my desk with me.
About 6 years ago I borrowed a friend’s digital camera, which at that time was, I believe, pretty high end. It was something like 2 or 3 mega-pixel, if I remember correctly, SLR type camera. I don’t remember why I borrowed it, but I remember that I really enjoyed taking pictures during the couple weeks that it was in my possession. The few photos that I took back then didn’t survive moves and hard disk re-formats, but I remember getting some compliments on them to the few people I showed them to, and those couple weeks really sparked some creative juices. My mind started reeling at what I could do with a fairly decent digital camera. Reference photos for illustration, stock photos for graphic design or layout projects, or pictures to use on various photo manipulation projects or collage pieces were just a few of the ideas that flooded my head.
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Somewhere deep in the maze and mess of structure that we’ve managed, the individual resides.
It seems that something as simple as the appreciation of beauty is considered a Sin by some definition. Some are attracted to objects that are shiny, others to things that are soft, or hard, or naked or bleeding.
Everything is permissible.
This is the rippling effect caused by pure release; the movement caused by the Om; the long awaited exhale that has been held for far too long.