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Showing posts from March, 2013

jumping through the layers

jump! March 11th was a Monday and I can't remember much about what I did that day except for one exceptional moment. That day I was at the gym on the treadmill which happens to be right at the window facing out onto the street. Most people driving by usually look our way and it's evident that we see each other. Has that ever happened to you: you are looking at someone looking at you? Most of the time it comes down to who looks away first or how do you pretend you're looking at something different and not them? Or better yet, you smile and maybe they smile back. On that day, two young guys were walking down the street. One was carrying a skateboard and the other was carrying a milk jug with the lid off . I and two other people were on the treadmills. I was jogging and looking out when I saw the milk jug guy wave at us. A couple of seconds passed and I decided to wave back and realized I was the only one to return the wave. We were strangers and the dis

shedding some light

tree, fog and sunlight Recently, I took a long pause from doing any art or photography. I packed away all my art materials and left my camera sitting cold on the bare art table. I could never be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life. ― Eleanor Roosevelt looking though lace curtains I've been trying to look at what I can do and not what I can't do . With no drawing since Feb 19th, I finally picked up a pen and drew a simple sketch on March 6th. It was a slow start but I've returned to my art and photography. They are my tools: my compass and my backstaff. I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday. ― Eleanor Roosevelt looking through a hole in the blinds And each new day brings choices and opportunities. Sometimes they are smaller and harder to see, but they are there. jo

sunrise and seagulls

sunrise Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door. Emily Dickinson joining horizon at 52 photos project