Bloging tempts me. Can I really post my thoughts from my desktop with ease? Today I will find out.![]()
11.22.2008
10.03.2008
The Thing About Outside...
I can't see the laptop screen!
As a photographer and graphic artist, I spend a lot of time in front of the screen. Usually in the dark, with the curtains drawn.
It doesn't do much for the quality of living at times. I feel as if I'm missing out on the gifts of nature. Now I know that most people have day jobs that keep them indoors too, so I really shouldn't complain, BUT I have a career that allows me certain freedoms. I just keep forgetting to take them.
So today, I am outside...and I can't see the bloody screen!
I know many of you are wondering why I don't step away from the machines already, and just enjoy being outside, but that isn't what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to actually work outside, as I had envisioned the perks of my job, and new laptop, to be.
So it is how I imagined?
Well, I still can't see, so I do hope my typing isn't failing me. My cat, Ziggy Stardust, who I kicked outside a month ago came to visit, which is a comfort. The locals keep driving past and outright stopping at some invisible stop sign in the middle of the block. Perhaps because they aren't sure what to think of a woman in the middle of her yard with a laptop, I'm sure. The sun, warm. The leaves, beautifully drifting in the warm breeze, crackling and adding wonderful colour all around me.
It is how I imagined it. Perhaps I should have my camera out here instead.
But then I wouldn't be blogging. I never seem to make time for this. I write often in my mind. I finally figured out I usually do it while I am outside. I find that many of the photos I take wandering outside I intend to use on here too. So I walk, snap, and write in my mind.
Soon as I'm back inside, it's time to work. I'm not inspired any longer. Don't get me wrong, I'm inspired by my job, but it's the photos and not the writing at that point.
I suppose I'm the natural type that would blog. I thinks it's the same trait that makes me take many of the photos I do. I want to share the things I experience in life with others. I enjoy much of life. I want other's to enjoy it too.
Are you the kind of person that doesn't take moments for granted? Do you regularly "stop and smell the roses" so to speak?
Many people assume I am like this because I have had a hard life and I've learned to see the good where I can. I don't think that is true. Nor do I think I am simply sentimental.
For as long as I can remember, I took photos in my mind. Consciously. As a child I wished I could take snap shots with my eyes and print them out. I'm sure most of you can relate to that feeling. I took it a step further. I began to sketch and draw. Sometimes I wrote. I never reflected everything I wanted to. In high school I began to take pictures. Lots of them. I took pictures of parties, my room, the halls of my school, the park, myself, and my friends. It was like I knew these things were special and I should record them because my own memory or talents could never reproduce them properly. These things were important. They should be specially kept.
I have always treasured three things. My past - my experiences, memories, the people and events that brought me to where I am today. The future - the knowledge that I can control aspects of it, the happiness you can find in daydreaming, the comfort that it holds to help you endure hard times, and the mysteries that it contains, the effects of change. The present - who I am, the moment I am in, those who share it with me by circumstance or choice, the choice to do with it as I will, and the ability to realise I am in it.
Those three things are my life as a whole. May I never take for granted any of them.
The thing about outside, it is the only constant. It can really put things into perspective when you can't see.
As a photographer and graphic artist, I spend a lot of time in front of the screen. Usually in the dark, with the curtains drawn.
It doesn't do much for the quality of living at times. I feel as if I'm missing out on the gifts of nature. Now I know that most people have day jobs that keep them indoors too, so I really shouldn't complain, BUT I have a career that allows me certain freedoms. I just keep forgetting to take them.
So today, I am outside...and I can't see the bloody screen!
I know many of you are wondering why I don't step away from the machines already, and just enjoy being outside, but that isn't what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to actually work outside, as I had envisioned the perks of my job, and new laptop, to be.
So it is how I imagined?
Well, I still can't see, so I do hope my typing isn't failing me. My cat, Ziggy Stardust, who I kicked outside a month ago came to visit, which is a comfort. The locals keep driving past and outright stopping at some invisible stop sign in the middle of the block. Perhaps because they aren't sure what to think of a woman in the middle of her yard with a laptop, I'm sure. The sun, warm. The leaves, beautifully drifting in the warm breeze, crackling and adding wonderful colour all around me.
It is how I imagined it. Perhaps I should have my camera out here instead.
But then I wouldn't be blogging. I never seem to make time for this. I write often in my mind. I finally figured out I usually do it while I am outside. I find that many of the photos I take wandering outside I intend to use on here too. So I walk, snap, and write in my mind.
Soon as I'm back inside, it's time to work. I'm not inspired any longer. Don't get me wrong, I'm inspired by my job, but it's the photos and not the writing at that point.
I suppose I'm the natural type that would blog. I thinks it's the same trait that makes me take many of the photos I do. I want to share the things I experience in life with others. I enjoy much of life. I want other's to enjoy it too.
Are you the kind of person that doesn't take moments for granted? Do you regularly "stop and smell the roses" so to speak?
Many people assume I am like this because I have had a hard life and I've learned to see the good where I can. I don't think that is true. Nor do I think I am simply sentimental.
For as long as I can remember, I took photos in my mind. Consciously. As a child I wished I could take snap shots with my eyes and print them out. I'm sure most of you can relate to that feeling. I took it a step further. I began to sketch and draw. Sometimes I wrote. I never reflected everything I wanted to. In high school I began to take pictures. Lots of them. I took pictures of parties, my room, the halls of my school, the park, myself, and my friends. It was like I knew these things were special and I should record them because my own memory or talents could never reproduce them properly. These things were important. They should be specially kept.
I have always treasured three things. My past - my experiences, memories, the people and events that brought me to where I am today. The future - the knowledge that I can control aspects of it, the happiness you can find in daydreaming, the comfort that it holds to help you endure hard times, and the mysteries that it contains, the effects of change. The present - who I am, the moment I am in, those who share it with me by circumstance or choice, the choice to do with it as I will, and the ability to realise I am in it.
Those three things are my life as a whole. May I never take for granted any of them.
The thing about outside, it is the only constant. It can really put things into perspective when you can't see.
4.22.2008
"When I say that all my woman are dazzling beauties, they object. The nose of this one is too large; the hips of another, they are too wide; perhaps the breasts of a third, they are too small. But I see these women for how they truly are... glorious, radiant, spectacular, and perfect... because I am not limited by my eyesight.
Women react to me in the way they do, Don Octavio, because they sense that I search out the beauty that lies within, until it overwhelms everything else. And then they cannot avoid their desire, to release that beauty and envelope me in it."
- Don Juan De Marco
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