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Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.Carl Jung
—A personal journey through the “K” word.
I think the old bumper car is kicking into overdrive. My journey through education is making more and more sense, as the fragments of information—that I’ve learned in various classes—are beginning to connect. The ‘bigger picture’ is coming into focus, and I could not be more excited!
This morning I drove into Pasadena. It wasn’t a major excursion, but it was in the opposite direction of where I normally travel and everything was unfamiliar. I wish I had taken my camera. It’s the perfect place for street photography, but it was just TOO hot! I wanted to get in—and get out.
I went there to pick up the kit for my drawing class. I’m already enjoying the course. It’s not so much that I’ve learned anything yet (it’s only been two days), or that I even see the possibility of getting really good at it. It’s the fact that I’m putting aside my fear, putting the pencil to the pad, and making an effort.
It’s been REALLY hot this week. I’ve been spending my time inside, trying to stay cool—and thinking of ways to be creative.
I went through my archives, looking for ways to use old images in new ways. I stumbled on an old family photograph, and I couldn’t help but notice that the whole clan was wearing sneakers.
I need a little direction right now—
First of all, I took this photograph yesterday while riding with my son. I noticed the yellow lines in the mirrors and the Which Way Photo Challenge instantly came to mind. I realize I’ve already used the “rear view mirror” idea, but I had to do it again because I really enjoy how the lines repeat, but they don’t line up.
One of the things I love about word and photo challenges is that they provide you with a little direction. The blank canvas isn’t quite so “empty,” because you’ve been given a prompt to draw upon.
My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive.
The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive.
Often they fade, to black, and to white,
Others appear in magnificent light.
Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette,
They wait as I cling to the fear of regret.
One dream can splinter, into two, even three,
I’ll never stop dreaming of all I can be.
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