It hasn’t rained for a while. Been mostly hot to moderately hot, clear skies, easy breeze, not much goin’ on. Haven’t been writing I guess because I have gotten lost in a circle of medications that dull me out and leave me disconnected. Had a second event last week. I wish the Docs on the case would stop using my time and body as an experiment. It’s hard on a person when the meds are “wrong”, out of balance, whatever. It strains a guy’s tolerance and occasionally terrifies him. So, no more of this shit, okay? I’m feeling like time is a clenched fist, not so much waiting to strike the unwary but a contraction in the flow, a tightening up of space between the seconds, more tension in the unseen continuum. Mostly not a laughing matter.
I have felt the need to play with light and shadow, get reacquainted with the nature of things in black and white. It is not stark reality at all, more nuanced than all of that, often gentle, sometimes open to imagination and a glimpse of dreams long forgotten.
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BEAUTIFUL photo Michael….please keep taking them 🙂
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Nice photo. I’m glad you’re putting things out there despite recent challenges. I think time is sort of like a semi-clogged drainpipe (I have one of those in my house at the moment and it’s a pain) – it gets progressively harder to keep the flow going.
Thanks Martha.