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The long night of winter has settled upon the terrafirma in which I am bound by gravity’s ruthless and unrelenting restraint of my body; That same crude matter which submits its will to the demands of centrifugal force resents the soul for its desire and ability to transcend logic and revel in irrationality and therefore beats and bludgeons the soul with the varieties of human frailty…but then I ramble…
The days are cold and the light is dim
The thoughts in my head spin and spin
Like the sentence before my thoughts never end
It’s impossible to tell if one’s finished before another begins
They rattle and roll like marbles on concrete
Impatience like four lanes of cars on a busy street
They swerve and bump making a messy wake
I’d like some still waters for sanity’s sake
At last I’ve found comfort in the dawn of the night
Driving and driving in search of the lights
I think it was Hendrix who was to have said
“I still can’t make my guitar play the sounds in my head”
I used to wonder “What does he mean?”
But now the answer lays in my photostream
These pictures of light are the best way to express
They ways and the reasons my thoughts cause me stress
Visual Notes from 32 miles on the High Sierra Trail, Sequoia N.P.
Pt. I of a lifetime series in the Sierra
Kodak VR35 K400 35mm point and shoot with Fujicolor 400; untouched + unedited in post
Some days I forget where I'm going vs. where I really am. These days I don't run too far and I sure miss it. I have days like today when, if I wasn't tied down I would be in my truck so fast, hooked to a spread and headed to the coast it would make even my head spin. Some days, like today, I have to remind myself that I am tied down! And then I wonder how the heck that happened...
After years of running the west coast my mind is still there and the rest of me would love to go back again. It's like I have flash backs (or forwards I'm not sure) and I'm sitting in New Mexico, on the side of the road taking a break or I have just gone through Tehachapi on my way into Bakersfield in the middle of the night with my windows rolled down. I can smell the flowers and bushes blooming and the warm spring air is kissing my face which is still cold from the long winter that I hope is behind me in Minnesota... Ahh, trucking gotta love it!
This picture is of one of my old trucks. Just found out she was totaled last winter out in New Mexico close to where this picture was taken. It was right up there with what I have now as far as power and legs go. She was a good 'ol truck and she could roll with the best of them!
Day 73/365
Another day of gloomy weather, another day of illness, but somehow I can’t ever stay inside.
I noticed something walking home today through the medieval graveyard on the way back from lunch, inside buildings I am acutely aware of myself as a contained entity, thoughts and feelings bound up in skin and bone. I see myself and hear myself, but outside I feel malleable and blended into my surroundings, not distinct at all. I was told long ago that this graveyard is the most haunted in Edinburgh, is this what a ghost feels? A nebulous entity, sliding in and out of it’s surroundings, mixing, watery and clear.
This is a minimalist long exposure photo of a restless ocean and intense storm clouds forming, two magnificently powerful elements colliding and yet so soothing to observe. This photo was taken in Kwazulu Natal, South Coast, South Africa on the 27th of Mar 2014.
Shot in Los Molinos, close-by Tefia in Fuerteventura. It is an out-of-the-way fishing village with no electricity, no clean running water and no cell phone coverage.
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.
This yellow butterfly will not perch on any flower for long. Hope it will be content with the thistle.
"Everything interests me, but yet...nothing holds my attention long..."
Restlessness - like boredom is never good!
So there was this one time when we were wandering through the Underdark and we stumbled across a crack in the wall that led into this ancient old crypt.
Of course, Zissiren wanted to go see if there was any loot in the tomb. And, of course, he disturbed somebody's restless ancestor.
That was a tough fight. I doubt we would've survived it if it hadn't been for Trixie. The thing made Trog wet himself and run to cower in a corner! And all it had to do was touch Zissiren and he was out like a drow caught in the sunlight!
But I managed to hold it off long enough for Trixie to perform some creepy ritual that made my spine crawl and then, with Tiamat's aid, we put that restless spirit back to sleep.
Hopefully Zissiren will think twice before running into the next ancient burial ground we come across.
I am extremely glad to be home for the holidays. But no matter how long I sleep, I STILL can't get enough! Oh well, I'll keep trying I guess. Facebook.
A rare Restless Demon (Indothemis limbata) in Pasir Ris Park. This one is a male.
Immerse into nature with me in my blog: Pasir Ris Park 2013 - 2014
*Note: More pics of Dragonflies and Damselflies in my Dragonflies and Damselflies Album.