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let the decay, decay

while i’m having a mental breakdown, i’m just going to leave this here for you

i took them a few weeks ago and about a year ago

i’m trying to find my way back to myself through creativity

through art

i’m trying to find myself with the only lifeline i’ve got left – that something else, that passion that bites into your blood and wakes you in a lovely frenzy, certain you can take a sword to whatever stands in your way, that aliveness which i haven’t felt in so long

i’m grasping at strands and holding them to my chest until they grow into something more, something thicker, something that crawls into my pores and seeps into my muscles, binding with my bones until i’ve become

until i’ve become

 

well… apparently i had something to say today

who knew

here’s those photos i promised up at the top

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Fall is A Lovely Color

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A little taste of lovely life, changing before our eyes. Fall is a phoenix, reminding us that everything must die and be reborn.

We allow our lives to wax old too easily. Allowing our loves and inspirations and motivations to die in a snowy land of desolation and disuse.

Fall is a burst of maddening chaos and reason, reminding us of all this world and all our hearts have to offer – if only we’ll reach out and snatch the vibrancy burning just within our reach.

Amazing, the way the world looks through the lens of a camera.

 

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Stream of Consciousness

300 Million Year Old Dragons

Dragonflies, that is.

I love dragonflies. I won’t get into their symbolism today, but I’d love to in a future post.

 

Dragonflies were here 100 million  years before the dinosaurs. and had up to 2 foot long wingspans. (Their wingspan is now five or six inches.)

THAT would be cool to see. A huge dragonfly flitting by our heads, grabbing a bird out of the air and chomping down on it.

And dragonflies are brutal predators in the insect world.

Check out their jaws…

 

Now imagine that underwater in your pool if they were two feet large.

That’s a nymph dragonfly. They start their lives out as underwater larvae, terrorizing fish and others of their own kind.

Because, oh yeah – dragonflies (whether they’re a nymph or aviators) – are cannibals.

 

Their emergence from their nymph bodies into the gorgeous flying dragonfly is amazing.

I also found a video for this…

 

Creepy and awe inspiring right?

I love it.

 

Years ago, I found a few dragonflies in my backyard and took a zillion photos. You’ll see I use them for the cover photos on my blog above, my twitter account, and Facebook account.

Wee bit obsessed with dragonflies.

Here are some of my favorites. I suggest you click into each of them so as to see the dragonflies up close.

 

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This one is pretty zoomed out but I love the warring colors of the trees and the vibrancy of the orange/red dragonfly.

 

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I caught the blue one with it’s mouth open.

 

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Looking through all of the photos I took, even though I was on the ground below the dragonflies, zooming in with a camera, the dragonflies eyes’ followed my exact location, regardless. Their eyes are always looking at me.

 

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The multi-colored dragonfly always looks like it was smiling. 🙂

 

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I tend to like the out of focus look, if you couldn’t tell.

 

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I like this one because you can see the dragonfly with its mouth only partially open, giving you a better view of how the little guy is put together.

Also, this dragonfly is probably close to the end of his or her life, as it’s wings are torn up. 😦

 

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Whereas the orange dragonfly is relatively young, most likely, as it’s wings are in perfect condition.

 

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Beautiful creatures, right?

Do you like dragonflies?

Stream of Consciousness

Hindsight is 20/20

If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?”
– Albert Einstein

 

I love that quote.

Let’s face it; none of us really know what we’re doing. Life is research. That’s what makes it so perfect. It’s a jumbled imperfect mess of emotions and desires and strangeness. Its love, pain, and confusion and needs, uncertainty, fear and happiness and complexities that you can’t always put words to.

That’s one I’m particularly bad at; putting words to what I feel. Articulating what goes on in my head is not the simplest thing and if it’s attached to an emotion, I’m doomed. I get too wordy and people most likely get irked and move on.

So how then, am I planning on becoming an author? I suppose it’s one of those ever conflicting contradictions I play home to. I don’t have that problem with my writing. It all just comes to me, but then again that’s because what I’m writing isn’t about me, isn’t it?

Jumping around – because I’m quite indecisive today… I’ve been told that I should tell people what’s going on with me, that people want to know how my writing is going and what else is going on in my slice of life. Well, okey dokey, I suppose I could do that. I’ll stick to what’s new.

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