I know. This is not the first time I have said that I don’t “really care.”
It never made a difference that you were there.
I hold you close.
I stare up to count to clouds.
Distant.
You ask what I meant.
I said what I mean.
Impossible to reach.
So the other day in World of Warcraft I defeated Deathwing once again in the nifty looking for raid system. At the end of the “raid” as they are called, you get a chance at rare weapons. For some reason, the game did not allow me to roll for my chance at the weapons.
Being the good humored writer that I am I decided that the best course of action would be to report the final boss of cataclysm for ninja looting. For the less informed, that is a term for stealing items from another player. Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder what it was all about. Others I wonder why I fought back.
It could have been so easy to say yes, to give in.
It was unheard of, untold of. From thin air it came out of.
Like a gust of wind it moved. So fast it lacked sound, traced only by its path.
It moved surroundings as it went, a phantom presence.
I saw that gust everyday. Knew it was special, but did not know what to say.
Then you saw it and I knew it was real. We gave it a name, which gave it a form.
The form gave it power, it gave it strength. It moved as it had, yet now visually traced.
The creature was large, ungainly and horrid.
Now seen by all, changed from harmless to violent. Continue reading
Just another Life Capture. I laughed when the audio provided by idle conversation of those walking by turned out as it did. Something about a rabid dog?
Break on through let no one stop you. Push the knife of life harder. Find what’s to be, ways to see that where you are is where you ought to be.
Look outside; it’s snowing. Catch a snowflake on your tongue. Don’t let it melt. If it is raining, freeze it into a cube. Take the cube and make it an egg. Hatch a plan.
At the root of that plan should be health. At the buds should be aggression, acceleration. The stems are paths to take. Follow one like a stream. Ore in hand. Float down, down, down. Find the falls. Let them freeze too. Walk out of your kayak before it melts with the snowflake and look for land. Follow the lighthouse to shore. Feel the sand under your feet, in your hand. Throw the sand and watch it fall like the frozen-cube-egg-plan-rain. Shake it like a snow-globe. Like a ball. Throw the ball. Let the air catch it and throw it back. Continue reading
A very colorful block. While it appears to be a busy place, it is not really. Nearly everyone is passing through, not shopping. If I had a better camera it would have also showed the stream of water from the bird. Oh well. Here is what I have.
Tuesday for my astronomy class I will be “sun gazing”, a process which involves projecting the sun onto paper. When you google “projection on paper” you get some astronomy stuff on occasion (along with me on the second page, now that all the art supply stores bought their spots back on google).
I am going to try and take a picture for the heck of it.
Remember: art is projecting on paper. We have an infinite canvas on which to create.
Kind of interesting artistic deal I was going for.
Wanted to take this one for awhile. I want to avoid just taking an image of art, because that is sort of cheating when the idea is finding art in the world around us. This is just the very top of a larger fountain though, so I think it is fair game.
I wanted to do a Life Capture tonight. I looked at my phone battery and saw I was running out of time, both to decide where to go and to take the video. I made up my mind to go to the IDS building and take a second video of the fountain, then compare it to the one I took before, which was during the day. When I neared the building, I gazed up at the skyline as if it would tell me where to find something more interesting. So consumed by trying to find something to look at, I had shut off my ears. Suddenly, I became aware of a street performer on a brass instrument. In my quest to find a picture I had forgotten all about sound. I pointed my phone towards the skyline and took a five second video of the sight I viewed when I heard the music. The sight is not that impressive (quite abstract in fact), but I post this as a reminder to myself and the world to keep not only their eyes open, but their ears. After taking the video, I tipped the performer fifty-some cents and continued on with my walk.