Paper Cup Noses..
“For the love of God, folks, don't try this at home.” (1)
Oh puhleeze..; I’m not chasing a Pulitzer., or infact, kudos of any kind. All it’s about (really) is committing to something I sincerely believe in AND that I’m going to finish.., hopefully.. However, to finish, means there’s got to be something to start.. So is the real issue in finishing., or is it starting..(?); now there’s a question I need to answer., although here I am on week 2 and that kinda means I’ve started..
Hmm., liking this gig already..
Here goes with my second effort and at some point soon I’ll hopefully find a suitable image that acts as something of an inspiration for.., erm.. moi.. and at this point of writing, I have no clue which photograph, or (shh), where it may be.., but before I’ve finished this scribble, I’ll have a pic’ posted which will satisfy me..; just keep your fingers crossed though..
“I always wanted to be an explorer, but - it seemed I was doomed to be nothing more than a very silly person.” (2)
Aha., I caught a cold this past week..; I’m on the third-ish (?) day of it and hey, it’s going the way colds often go., achy, sniffly, dull and I’m so ready to be done with it already.. Hmm., how on earth can that prove to be an inspiration.? Well, I don’t know yet., infact I have no clue what so ever., but stay with me and I’m sure I can find a link..
Ok., light bulb moment., here’s a link; ‘colds’ and in particular, MY cold is making me think of far away places and ‘home’. Home for me is now a place far from the one I currently find myself in; my home, or rather heart, beats for a beach community in a completely different time zone, complete with different accents, different cultures and certainly a different energy, but more than that, my cold thoughts... (hmm., that didn't sound very good., but you get my drift..), anyway, have brought up ‘faces’ and conversations I’ve had and miss.; yep., this is where having my cold is taking me and perhaps this contribution to Image 52 will come from having caught a cold and thinking of far away places..
To you it may be an 'indifferent' photograph., but to me it represents the journey I took to see my first Van Gogh..
Duh., is this stuff seriously for real.?
The images I’m now going over, include those from a ‘place’ I call 'home.'., so how on earth can I find a pic that would act as something inspirational to me from all the ones I’ve got..? Am I supposed to go out and take a new one., or can I cheat ( a little) and find one from my personal library.? I do have a cold and I’m ‘here’ right now.. Perhaps I can take a quick peek and check for something from ‘home’ that acts as something deeply personal and at the same time, inspirational .. and that I’m willing to share. I’m definitely loving this already. Well, who’s reading this other than me anyway..?
"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning., and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again." (3)
Just incase you’re intrigued., I haven’t had a break, or taken time to take a breath and reread this effort., yet..; it’s how it’s coming from my insides, directly to my fingers and I’m simply blurting out my thoughts as fast as my fingers can type despite the fact that the keys on this darn keyboard keep moving about.. and it’s how it’ll stay.., although I’m sure I’ll regret it when I hit the post button..
If ‘we’ always hit the edit button of life though, how on earth will we ever share with those strangers something of who we truly are.? I really should censor my thoughts at some point, but for now I’m satisfied that no one is reading this.. Onwards my good man, find a picture already will ya..
I think I'm getting closer with my selection..; perhaps if I look skywards, I may find the inspiration I'm looking for....
Hmm., find a tune to hum., sing., scat to.. ; aha, songs to come later, but for now, I'm back in time., to a dock.. and this dock.., is.., showing me the way to a moment in time...
"I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away " (4)
The early hours of a distant harbor morning spoke to me..
There., I've found it., my piece of inspiration comes complete with a warm and deeply personal memory for me..; again, my image, in it's simplicity, spoke to me.. No matter how dark it may appear to be, there's always a light shining to show the way.. and that is my week 2 contribution for Image 52.; have yourself a great week and hey., for my friends., I love and miss you., over and out..
"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears." (5)
Quotes ; (1) David Letterman - (2) Michael Palin - (3) Oscar Wilde - (4) Otis Redding - (5) Edgar Allan Poe