Frustration can be a deceiving beast of burden. This past year I’ve essentially put most of life – at least that which I was previously acquainted with – into a quintessential holding pattern. And any transition, regardless of it’s pace or magnitude is, at some level, an uncomfortable undertaking. However, as I once read by an author who’s name I’ve long since forgotten, it is the highs and lows of life which remind us we are alive. Everything in between is just filler, time which summarizes material we scarcely, if ever remember. Besides, every new experience presents us an opportunity to explore that which we would otherwise remain sheltered from.
Time has been clipping along at a frantic pace this year, and the prospects for slowing things down have so far appeared, well, essentially nullified. I’ve recently begun to dream of a time, randomly swirling somewhere in the cosmos of the not-so-distant future, when a dearth of activity would reawaken the sleeping deans of boredom. Continue reading Random Pix ~ Time Reflecting on the YV
I found myself engaging in advice giving this afternoon. It’s not an activity I frequently indulge in, being hesitant to consider most of us adequately prepared or in a position to provide advice while struggling with unresolved matters of our own. I’m not suggesting we ignore the pleas for guidance or direction, particularly from those most in need of information that may alter a lifestyle precariously balanced on the thin line seperating success or failure. Nevertheless, prior to assuming the role as advisor, we should humble ourselves with a dose of reality gleaned from an honest cursory review of our own successes and short-comings.
I spent some time playing around with the new Lumix GH3 and 12-35 f/2.8.
Sometimes we unexpectedly arrive at the proverbial fork in the road, far from certain of which direction to take. We stammer, scratch our heads, spend time thinking. We then begin processing calculated guesses or, defaulting to that much less elegant or dignified methodology, simply gamble and choose to roll the dice, hoping our indecision lands us on the right side of the mark.
I arrived at my crossroads several months ago. After a few hours this evening into a follow-up on my new direction, I’m thinking this is going to work out just fine.
All the best to you during the holiday season, and with whatever path you’ve chosen in life.
I’ll see you next year.
Return to Castaway Planet
There are times when nothing more needs to be said. This, I believe, is one.
“The single greatest feeling in the world is to land the trick that you have been fighting to land. The second greatest feeling is bailing because you can only get better.”
~ James Gallagher
D.T. was again roaming the streets practicing his street photography when he came across a group of young skateboarders (visit D.T.’s site here). For over an hour the skaterboarders performed various jumps, stunts and tricks unique to the sport.
Originally opened in 1933, the Port of Stockton’s northern bank is today mostly abandoned. But what remains is an interesting mix of buildings in various states of disrepair, standing alongside those on the verge of imminent collapse. And it is for these reasons that the place is immensely fascinating to walk through, particularly if your walk coincides with sunset. .
Walking through the area one evening, I was struck by the contrast of our immediate surroundings against that of a nearby yacht club. Fortunes of the past were made all along this river bank, I thought, and today’s fortunes are being purged just upstream from where I stood. My mind quickly engaged in an attempt to link these contrasts together, to somehow construct from my surroundings a window for glimpsing back into history. Ultimately my sense of mystery prevailed, so I continued walking, sifting through the shadows for the past.
Return to Castaway Planet
Living in California provides a unique observational platform to the ever-evolving dynamics of contrasts. Being a native of the state – and residing in a decidedly non-progressive region – I will confirm there is equal measure of fascination and frustration with various segments of the citizenry. The common determinate – as always – being one’s disposition, inclinations and affiliations. Or, perhaps, it’s simply one’s level of curiosity.