George has me crying again--features

Good times, bad times, O.K. times, terrible times all run together like everything left on a busy highway during a rainstorm. Maybe it's just getting older that does this. I don't know, but I caution against the aging process. (but, I cannot turn around)

I haven't picked up my camera in months. It's been a little liberating and a little scary. I hope whatever I had isn't gone. It may be and that is O.K. Mistakes...I will make them.

I've had lines running through my head the past few months. Stories, poetry, jumbled nonsense...sometimes I write it down, most times it disappears like a vapor as I'm fumbling for something to write on. Makes me think of a puff of breeze picking up a bit of sand, playing with it; making it dance and then dropping it. I suspect E.E. Cummings has something to do with it but that might be a bit pretentious since I have only read a few of his poems. (It's Stephen King-esque...you know)

Anyway, I know this is a bit cryptic. I'm not feeling myself and haven't for a long time. Maybe one day things will change to a more chipper tone and maybe I will get back into shooting again. I do have one shoot planned for the next day or two--the last that will feature Ol' Blue. (That miserable, plain vanilla, got-no-power-or-personality, new P.O.S. I'm being forced into will have to earn my respect. One of my bosses actually suggested I do a shoot featuring the new 2015 for a company calendar to which I laughed at...)

Anyway, Blue is going to go away to a place where trucks are beaten, abused, neglected and just plain trashed where she will die a slow, terrible death. (It may be a quick one what with the quality of drivers we get these days).

I'll sign off and leave you with a bunch of stuff to look at that I've been looking at the last few months. I think it's better than good. Maybe you will too. If you do, check out the deviants featured. If not, then don't Maybe you'd like some music to go along with the features-->www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC6BeN…

Fabrizio Paterlini--Untitled (Lost Letters)

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Devious Journal Entry
What do you do when you don't get better?
Strong arms get too get too weak to hold her.
Oh God give me just enough strength to make it through.

Sleepless, this madness is walking me out to the ledge
 and stands there beside me
shivering out on the edge.
Oh God all I all I ask is a little relief
Just a moment of peace.

I don't want to live without you.
I'm not ready to live without you.
So let's dance a little.
Laugh a little.
Hope a little more.
Cause I don't want to leave without you, without you.

This thorn in my side,
though it cuts and stings me
As opens these eyes
I never seen so clearly.
And oh God I thank you
Cause you bring me to my knees
Back on my knees.

I don't

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