We lost our buddy today, way too soon, Ms. Piper always had a way to sing the perfect tune Her kisses wet and endless, her demenor brave and strong, her loyalty unending as much as the day is long. We'll miss you now and give you thanks for the time that we did share, the special people you did touch who always gave you care. Go play and run and never stop for thats what you loved most, as all in life we'll meet one day to share and have a toast.
R.I.P Ms. Pipper Piper Longstockings
Screaming for help no where to be found, I'm felling alone all gagged and bound, I try with my heart to make myself heard, deaf ears I fall with feelings absurd. A life I chose with no regrets, my best friend is lost, lost in a mess. Feelings tangle the meaning of actions, my mind screams and yells yet the words only fractions. A jumbled mess is made for time seems short, the walls still up no mission abort. Eventually to see the meaning was help, rock bottom was hit and problems were dealt. Continuing with life though never the same, new beginnings unfold new things and new names. The pieces picked up and the messes all cleared a time of my life no eraser can heal. Someday it be said maybe just in my mind the choices were made and my heart will be fine.
I am sickened by the happenings under my own roof, how could things be this bad, how the mind knows no truth, depressed, angry, betrayed, and brokenhearted, like an iced wind tearing through brittle cold flesh. The truth twisted and mangled to every dismay, convenient for conscious words that do play. The hole gets deeper and darker like long open water, more people to pull in and drown in deep water. An armor is placed strategically though, for twists and turns no breaks in the bow, My path gets straighter with each passing day, a family holds strong, never delayed. A child awaits, her future unfolds, her path clearly set from just days old, no harm shall pass as I shield her from cold, her heart knows best and nothing so bold. Freeing my mind from the unknown and grief, a silence is lifting and feeling warm breeze. The right things will happen as my mind surely knows, my heart is clear no demons I hold.
I'm Back! Thought I lost everything for a minute.
As you can see my photos have been few and far between. I have been sidetracked with a thing called LIFE. My creativness has been dampened with the camera and I am too involved with other issues. I found without shooting on a daily basis I get pent up and need to write my feelings out in word form. I hope to pick the camera back up soon as I miss it!
The anger unfolds, the truth to be told, a new person evolves from bitterness cold. A lost child is she, running from me, the only soul, to try and set her free. Others do try, with no very luck, a meager attempt to swept by the rug. A basket of hope, the devil would hide, taking her spirit one at a time. The darkened cloud, growing stronger each day, the talon grips, and rips deeper each day. The web was weaved so tangled you see, caught in her livelihood was she. Time will tell the direction to take, impression are made, both real and fake. Father time will grant his wishes so tall, how strong really are the bonds if any at all? For now we can wait and churn for the while, living the life of exile and denial.
For minds I do shape for a long prosperous life, looking for guidance through hard
times and strife. For now I sit limp, down and uneasy, pretending is second nature
you see, strong I will be for my child in need, the nurturing love she expects out
of me. Changes will come both willing and forced, the light starts to shine at the
long open door. The fog will lift for all to see, I am still there, look life, "It's me"
Your bullshit has consumed me,my insides have slowly died. My creativity has crashed and burnt like the family that was supposed to be. Only you know the truth, like the lost souls of pergatory. Another cross for you to bear on a very heavy ship. Release may be the key to the tender heart locked away. Open up to find your way, release the demons to feel relieved. Though never the same, my bitterness remains, hurt, lost, used, like a lamb going to slaughter. The hard shell may break and only few can see through,the heart inside of me is full and nurturing for those who share common goals. Fly away to find, your lost soul left behind, you now choose your own path as your partner is consumed and died. A changed person forever I will be, for fighting to keep my flesh and blood has left a deep scar inside of me. My mind is open and the darkness of the future has turned from black to grey, I will wait to see what destiny has in store for my bitter soul. As many sunsets will happen my mind can feel contempt that this too shall pass.
Take me back to a simpler time when 2 bucks filled your tank. Take me back when all you needed was Dad's Chev, Sideburns and some smokes. Take me back to leather jackets, blue jeans an T shirts, Drive-In movies and Drag Races. Take me back if only for a moment, let me slip away from today and forget what's now. Take me back to the 50's, a place I have never been but long to see. Take me back to see my folks ,as I am now, but in a much...... Simpler Time.
@ Play
40 Years and counting 1968-2008
Image:
party favors!
sizin' me up for the fight!
overexposed
Its a tough job, but someone has to be the pool boy!
Coming Home
The Phoenix Lights?
Our first feature Gallery at Starbucks went well, although we never intended to "Sell" any of the photos there was alot of interest for purchase.
Even though I have been sick and not much "Fun" I always seem to have to tripod out and sometimes catch the giggles. 5 minutes is all it takes to make the day worth while
Oh mighty birch, you stand so tall and proud, your bark beaten by Mother Nature for more years than expected. Your lean shows your age, the many faces in your bark. How many brothers and sisters took up at your trunk for a afternoon break?, How many farmers thought of sacrifice for an extra row of corn. You withstood the test of time and now I enjoy you the most. You will be here longer than I O' Mighty Birch, filling someone else and their family with years of enjoyment.
I'll believe it, when I see it, for myself. I don't need no one to tell me about heaven, I look at my daughter and I believe. I don't need no one to tell me about God and truth, I can see the sunset and I percieve. Live : Heaven MTV unplugged
Although she's only 8, I can tell she sees beyond. Never just what is in front of her she always seems to capture what she sees. Never the whole picture, just the important parts. The following photo was taken by Emily in Black and White, the photo was not cropped. She edited the color and textures using Photoshop CS3
If I could turn back the hands of time, I'd relive our childhood years. The days when we shared a home, a time when you both were always near.
A siblings love is so very different, the safety of knowing your not alone. The sibling jokes, the rivalry, the fights, the "get away and leave me alone's"
If I could turn back the hands of time, and know what I know now. I'd tell you that I love you more and, hold you close and never let go.
Time goes by and we grow up, we go our separate ways. But, the love we share will always be there, the memories are here forever to stay.
I hope you know I never left you, my precious sisters two... not for a moment were you ever alone if only in my thought were you.
A siblings love is so very different, the closeness is always there. the person you grew up with, the ones you knew always cared.
Our lives carry on and we always know
we will be there till the end, Our morals and values have got us thus far
and nothing stands in the way, not greed, not foes, or unspoken woes
A Family We Will Stay.
Merry Christmas
Love,
Your Brother
To see you now with life's scars on your face Each one tells a story. As the lines grow deeper your wisdom breaks through and never fails. Things I took for granted like you'd always be here, Now weighs heavy like a stone in my heart You gave me life and took from your own
I hope that now as you look back You see your love was not wasted on me I could never be all that you are to me I am merely a reflection of your heart Disappointments from me are like the fallen rain Too many to count though my intentions were always good But if you take my hand you will feel your soul It beats in my chest and drives me on
No matter what twisting road my life will take And how many pains I must endure in the process Always know that you did the best you could
Through it all I will always keep a place in my heart.
The winds of change blow and turn days into months, the time flies like kites billowing over the ocean waves. A toddler prepares for the 3rd grade, a full set of teeth, long hair and a distinctive personality, complete with confidence and poise.
How I long for her runny nose and diapers, bottles, cribs, and teething rings.
Take me back 8 years and let me enjoy every moment again, let me see all the things I may have missed. For now pictures will suffice, along with thoughts of giggling laughter, long strong hugs and kisses. My princess is growing and somewhere inside me I find it fine.
Jeffrey.
The gathering place, inevitably, of home, hearth, friends and family. Creativity and warmth are nurtured here, a place to gather children near. Homework, meal preparation, lessons on life, a place to let go of worry and strife. Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, everyday scents so divine, the place I prefer to raise my glass of wine. A toast shared between mother and son, the kitchen is where I like my day to be done.
Author: An old soul
Button nose and cheeks so fair, long lashes on eyes so blue. Little fingers grasp the chair as if playing a game of peek-a-boo. Breeze blows soft gentle hair, blonde wisps dance in the air. Nothing makes life pass quite as sweetly, as spending time with my baby.
Author: "An old soul"
Spathiphyllum, strong in its erectness, soft in its curves. A yin-yang blend, where strength and beauty meet. For admiration by all, and the likes of Georgia O'Keefe. Quietly existing in its gorgeous simplicity, a lily-reminiscent symbol of Peace. Author: An Old Soul
Hills blackened by fluorescent midnight blue sky, One lone star twinkling softly up high. Filled with lush summer green, or blanketed by winter snow, Earth's presence is felt, though not seen, below. Author: An Old Soul
She stands, solitary little body, amidst Mother Nature, long silhouette on grass.
He stands, solitary and tall, on the edge of the world, long silhouette on liquid glass.
