Nothing... what am I writing about. Nothing. What am I always writing about? Nothing. What am I photographing. Everything. Everything and nothing at the same time. This evening we had dinner at my Mom's house. Storm clouds were blowing by... it was looking dark, while the clouds looked like flames in the sky.
The clouds could speak, like a poem... the clouds looked like the flames that people paint on their cool cars and trucks... the wind was blowing them in an interesting shape. The clouds were nothing but a brief moment in nature captured by the camera.
Ray was outside taking photographs, trying to capture the hummingbird and since it was thundering I went inside and peeked out through my Mom's bedroom window; the room she was born in 68 years ago. The cat took a moment to look away from the hummingbird feeder. I have a feeling I will be back out there tomorrow camera in hand to get some hummingbird shots.
Ray's hummingbird. I love reading blogs... but I think I love photographs more. A picture says a thousand words, while it might take a thousand to paint an image for me to read. Thats what great writers were, they were painters, they are artists with words. I may never be eloquent. I will never be a famous writer, but I can weave the photographs in and out of my words to create the story of me.
My husband holding the kitten, I snapped this photo as he was walking out the door, overexposed and lit brightly with the sun shining on his back, when I opened photoshop it was a perfect photo. A moment in time. I love his big, strong hands... one of my favorite things about him. Do I tell him this often? No, because sometimes its easier to write about my emotions than say things to people.
Sitting at the door, looking outside at the big cats that live on the porch. You can see his smallness. A tiny kitten...
last night the wind came in with a furious gust.... and the clouds, which I thought would be storm clouds were stunning with the sun setting behind them. So this post was about nothing and at the same time a little bit of everything.... I have been thinking... I visited an abandoned cemetery the other day, one with grass growing up around it and people who have long since been forgotten by society.. but they aren't forgotten now. I went there, I read their names and thought them and imagined what their lives must have been like here on this land that I love.
So, am I nothing or am I everything? Is writing a little bit of my nothingness a little scream into the abyss that is the collective voice of humanity. A photograph and a memory is everything but what I say tonight, is really nothing...I will soon forget these thoughts...but the post will be here as a memory to their existance.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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