Tuesday, October 30, 2012

rest softly

Hunter S. Thompson's search for a voice is a recurring thought.




Not as much what I say but how I say it.





Josh comes over and I finally turn on the heat. Nine hours to upload twenty-three photos and lack of sleep. I haven't eaten.

Less color and less contrast.
The brain is foggy.
It feels like futility.






Until I remember it is all in how I see it.






Today I am so very grateful for a good sleep.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Winner winner chicken dinner,cool,bingo,bam,thank you mam...

nan said...

Cool swing.And I love the china cabinet!!!

Chantel said...

I simply love the way you see things...

Shea Goff said...

Anonymous, you got a little bit o' awesome in ya', don't you? You make me chuckle.



Yeah, I like my swing, Nan. That china cabinet was my Great Grandmother's so it's quite the piece sentimental wise. It's good to see you here. I think about you often.



Chantel, that means so much coming from you since I don't read many writers who can do what you do. Good luck on the thirty days of writing, my friend. Not like you'll need it.