Tyrannosaurus...

Its roar is mighty...

Its speed is unparalleled...

It fears nothing...

...only in a child's imagination.

Expecting...

I was extremely excited when I knew that I would get to take Megan's maternity photos. I have never had children and I have never had a younger sibling. Sometimes I would babysit my cousins when I was younger, but was not mentally inept to understand the process and nostalgia that coincides with watching a person develop through their adolescence. Though I am not consistent in my friendship with Todd and Megan, I still get little "sneak peeks" as to what Flora (who is pictured here) and her older brother Haylen are becoming.

Though larger picture problems infect my mind and newscasts, the core of human nature is shown more eloquently on an intimate level between sole individuals. The idea of rocking on a chair and watching children overcome the new day's struggles that we have all gone through is a beautiful thing. I have now been a viewer of what someone achieves by merging their love to create another. Assembling molecules from the cosmos in the body's kettle only to share that body with another. Truly a timeless cycle that is beautifully shared throughout all living beings.

I am jealous of this power, for I will always only be an observant sailor, as barren as the sea's horizon, knowing fully of the ocean's potential of life and never become the ocean itself.

Into the land of goat pepper...

This last fall I had an opportunity to witness and share the love between two individuals. There were five of us in all to partake in the ceremony and festivities. We all whisked away to the far off island of Ireland. Drove to the western most coast to the Cliffs of Moher. Everyone jumped a fence, trudged through cow pasture mud, and arrived at where the island falls slowly into the sea. The sun peeked in-and-out of the clouds that the wind pushed by. Yet, within all the chaos that is nature was a vortex of shared excitement and sincerity. Two beautiful people, with the help of a cherished friend, gave themselves to each other.

kid project...

Three of the last five books that I have read have started out giving thanks to a child who asked the author a question that they couldn't answer. Once simple question lead those individuals to write whole works of literature because a child asked of it. There is much muse and self-discovery to be found in a young being. Perhaps, because we all sprout from the same make-up of the cosmos and structure ourselves through the same patterns, we can always relate with what we were. If we're lucky some of us never have to completely change. This is the hopes that I can be inspired by never forgetting my roots of adolescents.

At Winter's Threshold....

Is Autumn's release.

The Pumpkin and the Balloon Dancer.

I once had this story that was developed around two characters and their meaning to life. The first was a balloon dancer.... this character was brought from erratic air that is pushed through a powered fan, thus giving him life and motion. He stood out front of establishments so that everyone could see him dance. Flailing his arms and head about, he brought in people from all over to look at what was going on. He was there for show. He lived to never know when he would die. The other character was a pumpkin. The pumpkin was brought from the Earth. He also stood out front, but it was usually of a quaint home... and he never danced. He simply looked on at all the people and animals and happenings that were happening around him. After time of quietly observing he would melt into the Earth and give himself back. He lived to know that he would eventually die.

You can ponder more in a pumpkin patch than you can at a car wash. I suppose. Life is beautiful.

Note to Self......

Never forget that you can always be a child again.