m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e †photographer. artist. author. singer. songwriter. musician. teacher. student. humanitarian. visionary. addiction counselor. therapist.
I’m happy to report that after a turbulent year, things are finally starting to look up! Dare I think it safe to exhale?
Not quite yet; but I can feel a change in the wind. As I stare out my picture window, I feel a natural smile resting on the corners of my mouth. I don’t remember the last time I felt a smile that wasn’t forced.
Just received news that I’ll be able to afford to take the rest of the year off and simply heal from all of the chaos and drama that has been my life for the past several months. Perhaps I’ll seek out another position as an Addiction Counselor in the spring: Time will tell.
For now, I’ll luxuriate in the thoughts of taking this NIKON DSLR out and about and actually be a photographer again. (Of course it helps to have a new car.)
I really want to take the plunge and become a true black and white photographer; but when I think of all of the vibrant colours that are out in the world- I recoil. There’s so much emotion in black and white though. Only when one strips away colours, do the contrast, gamma, and various tones (midtones, etc.) come forth in their own ways.
I have an appointment today; perhaps I’ll venture out with the camera and see what I find. 😎
I am so stoked. I planted my first flowers ever, only last week, in my mailbox planter; these beautiful morning glories. They’ve defied the lack of rain and near 100 degree heat- daily- and insist on blooming. I couldn’t be more pleased. 🤗
I just went out to check the mail, and to my surprise, noticed that they’ve all tucked themselves nicely and neatly away, into their nocturnal beds for the night, curling themselves up for protection against the night season and everything it brings with it.
Rain is finally on the horizon for tomorrow; I couldn’t be happier. I’m the happiest I’ll ever be under the soothing canopy of rain.
Spot of herbal tea, little classical music, some lit candles and a drizzle of rain…
Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.
The Birth
Eyes squeezed Liquid Pours into the mouth No matter how tight it may be
Murky depths and water Flood the slitted eyes Death in its black and hollow cave Extends a hand, quickly Slapped back by the light Which is growing yellow Fat and bright
Wraps itself around the scene Like a cobra Shedding its last skin
The breath which was muted Comes fast and loud and rough Eyes burst open Liquid spills and rolls down little hills
A final sigh as breath is held Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars In the other room
More liquid Filling and spilling from eyes The baby cries
m o n o c h r o m e j u n k i e † 