hey friends. I went through some old photos today and have decided to post a few. okay more than a few. they are random-ish, kinda like me. meaning, there is no lyrical theme here. just photos from different times and years. enjoy.
and then these last few were from todays walkabout…
fun times. playing dress up and expressing my inner masculine side. and I won the girl in the end!
do you ever have dreams at night, and wake up feeling like you just lived them in your reality? Waking up out of breath, or exhausted, as if having just run a marathon, or fought off a demon? Ever wake up feeling bruised? sore? uncertain of what just happened or where you are?
I woke up this morning, feeling like I had just fought a battle… as if I was forced to save myself. when I woke, I looked in the mirror and realized, I physically looked like I just fought for my life. coincidence? I have a logical answer for the darkness on my face, although this is a first. But I don’t have a logical answer for my physical exhaustion and fight or flight feeling….it’s all fascinating to me. when logic and reality merge with the unconscious to form an “altered reality.”
how real are your dreams?
P.S. people seem to be worried here so I am adding this note. NO I DIDN’T WAKE UP WITH REAL BRUISES ON MY FACE. I WOKE UP WITH BLACK CRAP ALL OVER MY FACE. CAME RIGHT OFF> thus the comment of reality merging with the unconscious.
what just happened?
i took this photo of my eye using one hand, from the side, standing in my bathtub so i could use the light from the bathroom window as my light source. i needed the shot for a specific reason, so i used what was available to me to get it.
serenity. the search will never end.
what does serenity look like?