This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.

The dust is heavy beneath the bed.

Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.

New life is near. I bow my head.

She's been "Restless" at the dock since 1947. Looks pretty good for her age.

you who steal the sheets

from my side of the universe

have crept over to crumpled silence

i feel your touch in urban hollows

of heat seeping into my dream

as you hold us over the fire

changing the imprint of time

marshmallow hush

sticky in in my mouth

you neutralize hunger with words

and hide gleaming flakes of ash

under your closed eyelids

heat is madness and drug

so were you, once

always

always we would fall

together or apart

in heat and disarmament

in lazy dreams

driven far away by the

eternal wash of the seas

the lies were old and the truth

was new to us

now you swing

chandelier-bright

above the flames in my head

full of whiskey that distilles life into

handsome lovers, smiling mothers and

unshaven angels of drunkenness

but, oh, i'm sure we're alive

tasting tongues in timeless mortality

lying naked, sheetless and warm

our gapless pulse the simulacrum of eternity

all stars

all halos you

curled under my arm like a seed

and something restless

follows me through sleep

-- pic taken in a hotel room in paris, summer 1990, poem written around ten years later --

(Highest position on Explore No. 17)

This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.

The dust is heavy beneath the bed.

Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.

New life is near. I bow my head.

Hummingbird in-flight, feeding of a pink flower.

The small guys don't need rest and were dancing all the time on the head of mum...

Big seas off the Sydney coast this week.

Creepy stuff-just for sure...you know that...!I'm too busy,no time for new work,just something older from hard drive!Have a great time...thanks for comments and faves!

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Among The Restless 'Wastecase' single launch

@ The Bendigo Hotel, Melbourne AU

it took me around an hour to get a decent image of this kind.

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This past week I was on my school camp so unfortunately I did not really have the time to prepare a photo. I have so many ideas of the things I want to create in the future, it's just a matter of when and how.

I do love taking self-portraits but not because I'm vain but because I like the challenge of placing myself outside my comfort zone -which is behind the camera. What I am thankful for is that I have so many friends and family members who support my passion and are willing to help out or even be in my photos.

So I can assure you there will be a lot more photos to come and with my school holidays coming up I am hoping I can get more than a few done :)

McLaren P1 - Easton Town Center, Columbus, Ohio

View in large size -> View On Black

King tides at Rialto Beach, Olympic National Park.

I took this shot last weekend out near Wilder ranch in Santa Cruz. The high clouds were looking very nice but then just before sunset some low clouds moved in which blocked some of the light. Although I did not get such a colorful sky, I thought the low clouds added some drama this scene. The waves were very unpredictable and I got a little wet in the process of taking this one.

Happy Friday! Hope you all have a nice weekend!

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Went to Duluth and visited Lake Superior. Everything is still covered in a foot of snow. I'm really jealous of all the people uploading pictures of green grass and sunshine.

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“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”

― Bram Stoker, Dracula

Happy Halloween!

Self-portrait

Standing on the Precipice (JHWatkins)

Standing on the precipice-

balanced at junctions,

space and time-

there are no excuses here

no explanations or rhymes.

Locked in lavish rhythm

far beyond the brink-

hid from help or rescue-

on jagged edge distinct.

Weighty voices-

tomorrows bearing-

form forces by the day...

Wound tight

in folds of failure-

by faltering historic foray.

Naked standing truth-

whirl winded and filleted-

open now -

body bleeding-

clean by choice-

ruthless rights parlayed.

Ring round the

restless righteous-

tormented tongues

twisted and advanced.

Weapons trained-

fitting filled-

hopelessness entranced.

New toys

for large little boys-

clicking clocks

in finest fashion.

Positioned perspective-

poisoned possessive power-

from places unimagined.

Whining women-

worn-out white wheezers-

talking days on end-

endless hours

of wasted words-

useless air-

precious spent.

Children torn

apart at seams-

families drugged

and drenched...

Callous toned

nightmares

running wild-

seeds scattered

in the wind.

Lost a generation dark,

aflame the fearless world-

tossed aside by

hellish schemes-

now rampant-

flags unfurled.

Gone-by green

and yearning years-

foundations

fairly laid-

Priceless pearls

in wisdom grown,

crown jewelry

on parade.

But new

the turning earth begins-

choice

once again delayed.

Come cold and calm

courageous men-

run boldly

to your fate.

And stand in earnest errand bare,

an era at the end-

Bind up yourselves

betrothed and braced-

to finish

without fear.

(James Watkins 2004)

It's Park clean up time.

"Young and restless"

artwork based on 'princess and the pea' for once upon exhibition

this was George's chair, where he slept away the summers of his life. I miss him more outside than in, because when I went out into the garden, he would so often be there with me inspecting what I did in his territory.

The blurriness of the leg was probably caused by the shallow depth of field, but it implies motion, so that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

shots from a short trip through kathmandu, nepal