Davidlind on Oct 5th 2008 Blogs or Posts, Photos, Writing
We are back in Richmond tonight. Here’s a photo from this morning. I woke up about 4:30 and the person next to me was still sleeping. I slipped out and walked down to the beach. Nothing was on my mind. I was blank. And I was watching this ship on the horizon. After awhile it reached a point where the horizon started to glow a little bit and I thought “this must be where the sun is going to arrive”.
And then the ship burst into flame. Or so it seemed.
This photo is so dark. I tried to lighten it up. But nothing works. This is the way the camera felt things were at this moment. Does it seem ill-formed to you?
Time passed and I found other things to shoot. What is a good way to describe what you are doing when you take a picture? Shoot seems too much like NRA material.
There was a large woman sleeping in the sand. She had been there the day before. Later when the sun arrived she was there wrapped in her black clothing smoking a cigarette. Someone started talking about a beached whale.
I didn’t find this particularly funny. What is it like to spend your day lying in the sand? Do you talk to the sand? Do you pray to the sky?
I wanted to take her photo. But I didn’t want to invade her privacy. Everyone in the photos I took today saw her there. Nobody spoke to her. She was in a separate world. A separate universe. And I couldn’t take anything from her. So no photos.
After awhile I returned to the sky where we live. I returned to the bed that catches the breezes as they enter the room from the balcony. And I pulled the clean sheet up over my shoulder to evade the chill. My brain settled into a dream . And the woman next to me pressed her body against my back.
And the beach below received the waves and held the spirit of a large woman in a small nest.
Perhaps I will meet her in my dream. Because in the light of day the gulf is too wide and I find it too difficult to communicate with her.
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Davidlind on Jul 12th 2008 Blogs or Posts, Travel, Writing
Well it looks like your blogging buddy had an emotional day yesterday. Certainly there were lots of new posts here but I don’t see anything this morning that causes regret or embarrassment.
And it was a defining moment in terms of my blogging effort. No need to go over that again. But often we see in life that when one door shuts another one opens. Dont’ we? And I have discovered a blogger that makes me feel right at home. If you asked him about Google I doubt he would say that it is worth a second of thought.
The blog is called Unforgettable Love Story and it is needed here. Michael is a wise soul who has much to share about life and the greater world of the spirit.
And he has a radio show with recordings in his side bar. This is so cool. Here it is.
I hope you will take a moment and listen. It is a very good day when you find something this worthwhile in your travels.
Today we are going to Colonial Downs for the horse races. My beloved wife Beth tells me that it is Hooter’s Day at the races as well. Which means what? I have no idea. I went to a Hooter’s Restaurant one time and witnessed some young ladies in strange looking waitress uniforms and overpriced not so great food.
I hope all of this is not going to show up at the races. But if it does no matter. Because I’m hopeful about taking some good photos of the horses as they race along the track. Or they might be standing in one spot looking gorgeous so strong and so sleek. They are powerful animals.
And the dieting and walking continue. Yesterday’s walk was very satisfying. I walked for an hour up and down hills and it was pretty warm and humid. But it seemed like an effortless exercise. Maybe it is time to increase the distance.
I may have lost a few pounds as well but I didn’t weigh myself when this all started a few weeks ago. Because this is not about losing twenty pounds and going from X to Y weight. This is about becoming a walking person forever.
Just like blogging is no longer about achieving a certain number of visits or views per day. It’s about friends and finding more amazing people like Michael. It’s about giving support to those who need it.
And it’s about moving further into photography and writing while (hopefully) becoming better at both. Friends. Art. Stats. Which one needs to be downgraded if you are a fifty something year old guy looking for the good things in life?
Have a great day.
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