I’m an introvert; all I hear is crickets and ducks at night with the windows up…
I seem to stare a hole in the screen while typing my ripening thoughts, ready to combust…
I’m certainly not on the same earth as those around me…
And this is no play on levels, but I feel like I
IIt’s just too many scars,S gotta get better at living,
Ileeping by the moon and stars,
Ts the sunlight,
Dhe only thing beating us down,
Rrinking whiskey and smelling like campfire smoke,
Woaming the wastelands,
He’d be better off,
Weaven and hell,
e are in between,
I've killed waterbuffalo, blackbucks, antelope, every bird you can think of and too many other things to name. At a certain point I refused to shoot them anymore, I just told my Step-dad that I had killed enough for the rest of my life. I got really good a sporting clays then.
BPut what is truly “practical”? Here is a story that might change the very perception of ‘practical’.ursuit of worldly desires seems more practical. Spirituality does not seem practical as there are no ‘tangible’ outcomes or benefits.
Some photographs with shades of apricot or peach. I’m trying this new multiple captions option. We’ll see. Anyway, this first one, called ‘Serpent’, is from Portugal. ‘Etain’ from my ‘Sirens’ series, is named after the Celtic goddess of love, transformation, hope and rebirth.