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posted: tuesday_ april 20_ 2010

Rules were meant to be broken, yes, but it feels much better if you know what the rules were in the first place. Picasso started as a realist. Once he had that down he could paint whatever he wanted.
Be like Picasso. He got laid a lot.
Siege.

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the last signs of winter!

Dear Friend.

Wow! Summer is right on our door steps and it is feeling good. I hear the birds singing in the morning and realize that their beautiful voice can chase back the demons into the tall grass. Plus with the longer days and more sun I'm starting to see the dress of summer, and this, my friend, I like. So as the snow runs to the low spots and on into the flowing waters I say good bye to it and hope never have to see you again.

Girls just got to have fun!

I have often been asked where it comes from, a question I have no answer for, but here is another bit of chaos that just flows freely in my mind.

First Draft

A Spider

I woke this morning with a huge welt below and slightly to the side of my right nipple. Sometime during the night, probably in the predawn hours of morning, a spider had the audacity to sink his sharp fangs into my flesh. I wonder why. I was doing nothing to harm this spider so if felt the need to defend itself it made a non-removable mistake.

Perhaps it was because as I was opening my eyes from sleep and started to turn and frightened it. Could a sleep induced movement frighten a spider? Was its last great act of defiance to latch onto the skin that it was sitting on? Perhaps it was because throughout the years I myself have killed spiders, so very many spiders. I have smashed them with my fingers, the small ones. I have smashed them with a newspaper, the larger ones. Stomped on them with no remorse even drowned them by washing their spindly legged body down the sink. I have even helped keep them captive in a bath tub as a source of torture before turning the water on and watching them swirl down the drain. So with all my past abuse and seemingly want for spider eradication, was this spider encounter an ill-fated attempt to assassinate the assassin?

Well with all that I am signing off. Have a long day and week ahead. So until next time I say to you and yours, be safe!

Your Friend.

Something that caught my eye on the way to the internet!

I have always had a deep admiration for ravens and crows.

posted: tuesday_ april 8_ 2010

Every man's life ends the same way.
It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
- Ernest Hemingway

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Dear Friend
I thought this photo was a good one to depict the death of a spirit that wants so badly to see good weather. Yes here we have it, again, another ass sucking day in this state of Wyoming. Yes to all that I am still wearing shorts, but on these low days I have added wool socks to my attire. They are bright, big and ugly. It is a way of not giving in to the evil days of snowy weather. We are supposed to be having spring, but we are experiencing more winter now than we did when the days were longer. I woke this morning in darkness with the sound of the wind blowing a gale force around the house. The windows shuck as it tried to find a way in. For a brief few moments I snuggled down deep wanting the comfort of bed cloths to keep me safe. But, then my old injuries started knocking on my spine and my mind switched on trying to remind me of all the many things that I have on my plate. I heard my demons making noise in the distant tall grasses and the comfort of the bed was lost. As I was laying alone I got to my feet in a very slow, but deliberate movement and started my morning ritual which ended with the preparation and consumption of my java juice.

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Ill stop today with an image of love, because no matter how gloomy it may seem, with life and the weather or the way society is trying to shackle you. Love is the best and often the only thing that can bring a true euphoric feeling to your soul.

Your Friend

posted: tuesday_ april 6_ 2010

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
— Sigmund Freud

4.6.2010
Dear Friend

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    Before I get into the babble of this correspondence I wanted to explain the above photo. It is another shot from the bar scene that depicts the air and attitude of late night drinking and carousing. It is all a blur the next day, unless you are like me and keep a camera as an additional appendage.
    Its well past the beginning of spring and the snow is falling on the country side. No where can we see a blossom or anything green. It is Wyoming and the weather here sucks! This moisture might make some happy but it damn sure does not for me. All it does for me is make me want to again live this snow bank for a tropical island. People keep asking me what I think and what I am doing. My response is I really never know what I'm doing but I do know that at some time I will be on and island or at the very least on a content that has the equator running through it,
    But in the mean time I keep plugging along with life and what I do. I put down some more words that I want to share. This is the first draft, so to speak, and it might change before it gets printed or finds its way into acceptance but for now here it is in its first draft type form.

Hunter S. Thompson
    I never knew Hunter S. Thompson,
    But my girlfriend did.
    When she lived in Aspen
    they got high together.
    She tells me he was pathetically funny,
    hugely intelligent, amazingly crazy
    and had more books in his kitchen
    then she had ever seen before.
    I wish that I had known her
    when she knew Hunter S. Thompson.
    Then I would have been able write something
    about knowing this gonzo writer myself.
    Knowing her is as close to knowing Hunter S Thompson
    as I will ever get.
    He is gone now,
    for reasons that only Hunter S Thompson
    will ever know.

   I guess that was my tribute for one of my favorite writers. Hunter S Thompson, like all my preferred writers had a unique lifestyle as well as a master control of words.

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This image is from a shoot I did over a year ago. I shot her for a photomontage, which I have not put together yet, but this is an image that I thought would stand alone. Like all photo shoots there is always more then what was achieved with the original goal. This one for sure will bring some type of thought into your mind. For now I say to you, Good Bye!

Your Friend

posted: monday_ april 5_ 2010

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
— Anais Nin

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A camera, a light bulb, some toys and a touch of an imagination.

4.3.2010
Dear Friend
The day before Easter and my heart weighs heavy with loneliness. Last night I visited with friends, had some laughs and was out with the public. I even got a dance or two in, but even though I was surrounded by people I was alone. The bottle or bottles of wine that were labeled with my name didn't stop the knowledge in my heart and mind that I was out by myself. I have come to realize that one of my greatest fears is being alone. I say this and also know that there are times when I must be alone. I like being alone. Even when it comes to traveling I can be with or without a traveling companion. Some of my greatest adventures have happened when I have been traveling alone. But I will add that I don't think I have ever had a real enjoyable meal alone. Having a nice dinner is like having sex. The climax might come, but it is always more orgasmic when done with a partner.
So here I sit thinking about tomorrow and the only high points will be some conversations on the phone and the hike I plan to do. I'm not complaining I'm just putting down my thoughts in words. I hear my demons making noise in the bush as I sit typing this to my friends and it is one of the ways I can keep them at bay.
I have begun a new theme or way of sharing my thoughts with who may choose to read them. So dear friend, I hope that your Easter Is full of joy and happiness and that you are able to spend it with family and loved ones and I hope to see you around the block.

Take care
Your Friend.

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Me, Heather and Tyson befor they left for Arizona

4.2.2010
Dear Friend;

I woke this morning and my ears were the first to wake. From outside my window the sound of an owl was coming into my room and a feeling of euphoric happiness came over me. I looked out the window as the darkness was fading away to see it perched on a pole. The sight filled me with joy as I could see he was in a direct sight path from me to the moon. As I leaned closer to the window it spun its head around and looked right at me. At this moment I knew that all is going to work out and my path is right. If you are wondering why so much validation can be gathered from an encounter with an owl, they are my spirit animal. I became so giddy this early morning I just had to share it.
    Now you may have started smirking at me and thinking this is just another one of my eccentric thoughts that you know keep flooding my head. But, we all have our religion, our spiritual path that we choose to follow and mine has more to do with the great mysteries of nature then worshipping in the confines of a building.
    I have had many spiritual moments that involved an owl and in my heart and mind I believe that they are here as helpers for my spiritual path. Many people may regard an owl as a creature of the dark, but that has only been placed on them with Christian beliefs and through fictional writing. In pre Christian times the owl was associated with the mind and wisdom. It was a sacred bird.
    People influenced with the owl are people born during the “Long Nights Time” These people are often flamboyant and drawn to the light, but also have a deep seated desire to vanish from view like the owl disappearing into the darkness. As you know the more I'm seen the more my inner self wants to slowly move into oblivion, hopefully on a faraway distant island.
    I hope your day started out with the amazement that mine has and if not please find a moment to bring it into this realm. The negative forces are everywhere, but we can control them with the right energy flowing into our minds.
    I hope it finds your heart filled with happiness and love and may all the negative elements in life find it hard to get into your space. Love and peace to you and yours

Your friend

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