Yes, I'm referring to you

When you speak to me I look intently into your eyes.

Sometimes, I think I make you uncomfortable,

as if my gaze burns your flesh and penetrates your soul

while awakening your emotions.

I give my undivided attention because I'm genuinely interested in what you have to say.

I make you feel like the most important person in the room.

I keep my gaze on you and I don't let distractions tune you out.

I respect your deepest thoughts and your darkest secrets.

I see you for you.

I see how much you have to offer the world and it makes me so proud.

But....

It pisses me off when you dismiss me as if you are blind and can't see me.

I am more than just the words I write.

Open your eyes and see the sadness that lingers deep inside of me.

It is you that my soul grieves.

Why are you so afraid to look at me?

When I get frustrated

I don't see so clearly.

When I dream,

I wear rose colored glasses.

I am ready to see the truth however disappointing it may be.

As of right now,

It couldn't get any more disappointing than it already is.

But.....

You are the only one who can remove my blinders and make me see.

I Pulled An All Nighter In A Ghost Town

Seriously!

Fortunately, I was not alone in the dark. 

Several members from my camera club spent the entire night clicking away at old ruins, stars and meteors.

It was really a lot of fun and I learned so much.  I am ready to go somewhere else and shoot more interesting things in the dark.  You never know what you might capture . In fact, I caught quite a few orbs on several of my photos but I concluded they were not orbs of a ghostly nature, but rather reflections coming off the light that was shining in the distance.  

I am so proud of these photos

even though I know now that I can do much better than this.

CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENLARGE

This is just one of a couple of hundred photos that I took.

This is the old bank building in Rhyolite, NV

It was pitch black outside during the photo shoot.

We painted the building pink by flashing colored light onto it.

One of our members lit some flares and held one in each hand and moved them in a circular motion while running down the street.  We thought it would be fun to see what kind of image we would get.

We all teased him and called him running man.

You can see an orb and ghostly figures above.

The next photo depicts the milky way and another building in ruins.  I'm not sure what the building used to be but I thought it was interesting with the milky way above it.

More orbs in the above photo.  So what do you think?

Is it a reflection from light in the distance or do you think they are balls of energy from the spirit world?

Oh,

Now that I think about it,

I did capture an eery ghostly figure.

See...............

How cool is that?

This is an original artwork at the Goldwell Open Air Museum.

We added some colored glow sticks and photographed it in the dark.

Click on the link above to see what it looks like during the day.

The true love of my life

A self-portrait taken August 13, 2010

Yep, even when my dog gets irritated and walks away from me,

there is no doubt in my mind that she will always come back.

That is true love.

FMTSO: Smells (better late than never) And my tribute to Barry

Yay, I'm back in the saddle again.  Well, not literally, but I am back in the blogosphere after disappearing for a couple of weeks.  I can't wait to get back into reading of all your wonderful and inspiring blogs.
This week's theme for the Friday My Town Shoot Out is smells, chosen by Nanu. 

All of the photos I'm posting on this subject were taken today.  I would like to have come up with a lot more images but for now, this will have to do.

My first photo is of wet tea bags.  I LOVE the smell of fresh brewed tea, not only because of it's enticing aroma, but also because it takes me back to my childhood where I would spend my summer days at Papaw and Mamaws house.  (my grandparents)  Mamaw would brew fresh tea every single day and it was the best.  Of course, it had to be sweetened.  That's the only way to drink it when it's made by Mamaw.

I love the smell of citrus.  Fresh lemons, limes, organges, etc.

My next photo is of a lime.

 

Here's a little household tip:  Before throwing away the flesh and the skin from used lemons, limes and oranges put them in a pot of water and then simmer on the stove for about an hour or so.  It will make your house smell really fresh.

I wash my hands a lot and so I am very particular about the scents I use.  My next photo is of a liquid soap made by dial that I really like.  It smells great, it cleans really well, and the foam makes it easy to use to the last drop. 

Bath and Body Works used to have a Toasted Hazlenut Scent.  A male friend of mine used to use to use that scent so now every time I smell hazlenut, I think of him.

I'm a girly girl.  I love dousing on the perfume and smelling really good.  My favorite perfume is Michael by Michael Kors and Jessica Mcclintock by Jessica McClintock.  I've been out of those for awhile but I have several perfumes that I use.  The following photo represents what's on my dresser at the moment.

Vera Wang, Giorgio Blue, d'amarige, Versace woman,  Forever by Mariah Carey.

I'm currently using Giorgio Blue the most but of all of these pictured I like the D'amarige the best.

So.....SMELLS. 

I wish I had more pictures to share without going into my archives because there are a lot of smells I like.  I love the smell of fresh cut grass, hay, pine trees, rain, cookies, cinnamon......the list goes on.

Smells I hate:  Fish, Tuna, Beer, Body Odor, Sour Breath, Rotting Food, etc.

Well, I really am sorry that I missed last week's shoot out.  I've been pre-occupied, out of town, and busy with personal stuff.  I was down for awhile but I've managed to pull myself up and see the bright light that is ahead of me and that shines on my life.

Barry's death really impacted me a lot harder than I anticipated and my reaction took me by surprise.  Here is my tribute to Barry.  These are just a few of the things that Barry has inspired me to think about or rather when I think about Barry these are the words that come to my mind.

Also, when I think of Barry I can't help but think about my sister and what she's going through.