[WARNING! I think I sound a bit crazy sometimes, but really, do not be alarmed! My brain is just on high percolation lately and I’m letting go and letting it do it’s thing.] Free thinking Free writing Living large But not gluttonously Make more things From scratch Stop fighting my hair With expensive products This…
Do you believe in magic? Or that you should pay attention to fortunes in cookies? Do you believe you can do it? Whatever “it” is? Do you believe that a heart That’s been broken Can be whole again? I do Most fortunes that I receive in cookies are pretty darn lame and meaningless, but…
Clutter. That’s what I’ve been dealing with lately. Not just at home, but at work where piles and piles of documents that people drop off lie on my desk in stack upon stack upon binder upon folder upon bin upon stack. Obviously, I’m a bit behind. I’m not sure that being so swamped is all…
Moodiness, looniness Mind in a fog Mirror, mirror in the pond May I be fairest More than all? Maery, Maery Most contrary Mind over Matter More and more Madness! Utter Madness! Mission impossible! Miracles do happen More than you think
“Possibly, then, writing has to do with darkness, and a desire or perhaps a compulsion to enter it, and with luck, to illuminate it, and to bring something back out to the light.” — Margaret Atwood, “Negotiating with the Dead”
I went to a local photography group gathering to play with “light painting”. I’ve been curious how photographers get those photos showing the path of lights, for example, night photos of a ferris wheel with the lights making a path through the air. I knew it had to do with a slow shutter speed, but…
