The wind blew and uncovered these rocks in the sand. It used brute force to expose beauty.
I am so tired. I try hard and get absolutely nowhere. No matter what I do or say, it doesn't seem to matter. My photographs are not looked at, my words are not read. I feel as if I am in the midst of a desert and even if I yell at the top of my voice, it goes unheard by anyone.
I am so tired of trying so hard. I see others and things just seem to fall their way. I understand that I am better off than 98% of the world and I thank God for his mercy to me. Sometimes I wish though that something would happen that would prove that my work has meaning, my pictures add to the beauty of the earth, that my words have moved someone. I do not ask for riches or power, just acknowledgement that I am and that I matter.
I was born a boomer on the Southwest side of Chicago. Come on along and listen to the rantings, ravings, but mostly memories from a simpler time.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Start Every Day with Breakfast
A Plain and Simple Breakfast should start each day. When I was younger, it would have been AlphaBits Cereal (the only sugary cereal my mother would allow) or yuk Cherios - for me they taste like cardboard - or the ever popular Malt-O-Meal or Farina. Actuall I've always liked hot cereals. When I got older, I might grab a set of Pop Tarts - one of the most sugar laden breakfasts in the world - mom's read the package - you're killing your kids! Then as an young adult, breakfast would be coffee and sometimes a sweetroll - Today I start my day with the assortment of pills you see above. Once you hit 50 you are rewarded with more medications. Actually most of what you are seeing above are vitiamins, and a couple of aspirin. But there are some serious meds in there as well. Anyway, since I am watching what I eat, I wonder if these pills add any calories to my diet?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Winter Beach
WInter holds the land in its icy grip,
Frost on frost, snow on snow,
Cold days and colder nights
Yet the fire of God's love glows brightly
Our hearts are warmed by his dignity,
Life pauses under ice and snow
Waiting to be revived by the
Sun's warm glow.
Frost on frost, snow on snow,
Cold days and colder nights
Yet the fire of God's love glows brightly
Our hearts are warmed by his dignity,
Life pauses under ice and snow
Waiting to be revived by the
Sun's warm glow.
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