Writing with Light

I embarked on a new adventure...

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pho·tog·ra·phy
the process or art of producing images of objects on sensitized surfaces by the chemical action of light or of other forms of radiant energy, as x-rays, gamma rays, or cosmic rays.-in more generalized terms-to write with light.

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I’m unable to pinpoint the exact moment when snapping a simple photo became lit with passion for composition, color, contrast and creativity. All I know is that it lives inside part of my soul and must be expressed.This is a collection of images some with a purpose and most without direction. I’m opening the window into the expression that my mind would like to call “art”. So this is the world as I see it, through the view of my lens…

http://write-with-light.blogspot.com/

Fall

Fall is here...and I'm in love.

Just a couple weeks away from seeing my love once again. I can't keep my mind organized for a second to gather the floating topic ideas in my head and put them on paper. I'll get there eventually. I'm posting a few here for future reference...maybe they will come alive once I can clear my mind.

Topics to explore:

The Squirrel Lady
1929 Revisited
Plates of Sushi
Jellyfish Attack
Crayola Crayons

Coming soon...I hope. Until then...I'm going to be lost in my daydreams off 23 days and counting.

I measure our love in miles and minutes.

I heart you Panda!

http://www.minutesmiles.blogspot.com

Hello World

I guess this is the beginning…

Sitting here starting at this blinking cursor. *Blink* I would love to fantasize that I was sitting in an antique chair full of character with it’s cracked white paint in front of my computer fashioned on a scratched up desk abandoned years ago by some famous librarian. I lean forward as I bring my hands to the keyboard, the tips of my toes barely touching the dusty hardwood floor. My only companion is that of a vanilla candle flickering on the dark plum walls around me. The smell of green tea from the cup next to me steams my senses. Thoughts begin to flow…

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My life is not that carefree.

This is my secret, my escape, my adventure. I won’t make you promises that my thoughts are going to make any sense. I’m not going to answer any questions. I don’t trust you and you don’t know me. It’s as simple as that.

I suggest to those of you who are following along to not pass judgment on me. Everything cannot be taken at face value. I’m obscure at times and tend to speak in riddles. I even confuse myself.

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I’m a butterfly and my path is random. Sometimes I’ll be here and sometimes I won’t. I’ll never really leave. Whether you stay or not…that is up to you.

…I’m ready to begin now.