My Eye

Another day, another photograph… Today another time and place emerges in the distance. I try and capture what I see the way I see it and not the way others do. I want to invite people to view through my eyes; but how can I do that? How can I make others read my visual story the way I see it ?

We all bring our own history to existing stories and translate them from this starting point. So does this mean we overlap different cultural fingerprints creating a new culture and a new belief? Is this how new culture reveals itself to its surroundings?

I’m just wondering and exploring the world again through my usual ramblings and photography…

Acid Dreams

There was a land that carried a unique culture embedded within. The north wind blew east transporting a message; a new culture arose changing the horizon line forever to come. A new breed is growing, surviving, scratching the land, adding its mark; making the history hide within the people.

I question it… I question the uniqueness of this that is called new.
Is it ? Or is it a common construction, erasing the identity of a civilization, wiping away the history and culture forcing a new one to surface?

Summer Ramblings

"The itch of art is a glorious one, where an image strikes you and does not leave you alone until you produce something worthy of the thought. Sometimes the product is basically junk, although what goes into the creation is incredible. So you stop and try again, and then, there it is, hitting you right between the eyes; the byproduct of what happened behind those eyes. A creation so fluid that it changed yet stayed the same; when it passed from the mind to the hand or through the eye. Each physical manifestation transforms the outcome of the product but it is still significant no matter how it was produced. It exists and now survives the test of time. "
- Honest, Summer After Midnight Ramblings

Could You Miss Someone You Never Met?

I'm rambling again...




Could you miss someone you never met?
That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for years.
A person you never set eyes on,
You don’t know their voice, mannerisms or moods.
Strangely you know they exist.
But how can that be? Or can’t it?
It’s the summer breeze that’s doing this to my brain!
Making friends wonder if I am sane!
I’ve always had a characteristic of insanity in me, coming up with the strangest ideas that surprise me, writing this at 4:45am because I can’t sleep. The night sky is starting to change color, going from black to purple to blue.
It’s almost light out yet I can see the stars, contemplating on the what ifs, the things that can never be, but can exist in my brain where another story is being written. I wonder if I lived that life for a day would it change anything?
No idea where this drive to write down my ramblings is coming from yet it is here, i'm flowing with it, writing words down as they come out.
The birds will start to sing in a while and I will have to wake up from this dream, this realm, and this dimension.
I go back to the question:-
Can we miss a person we never met?
Never knew existed or can exist?
Yet their presence is felt all around! It’s a strange feeling, I feel an aura round me yet no one is in the room!
I might just be a dreamer in the night; no harm in dreaming hey?
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