Five figures to the bone.

Weekend
spent doing what I love
new printer
new scanner
foray into the world of fine art photo papers
Brilliant colour.
Up past midnight trying to figure all the technology out.

Pictures of the North Duval Cemetery.

Self Portraits

There 's something about the image I have of myself,
sometimes distorted, inflated or deflated. It seems seldom that I see
clearly the truth behind what it is I am made to do, to be.
The gifts which God has given for the uplifting of others,
are surprisingly, as I use them,
uplifting to myself as well.
Those things which when I get lost in
am enthralled by
and want to participate in
for only myself,
those are the ones where
too often I see myself sadly as a product of my failures,
rather than my failures as a product of my choices,
and myself as able to choose, at next crossroad, wisely.
(having learned of course the hard way)
Good is in the purpose of everything.
God has loved us enough to give us
the opportunity to see
the good working
everywhere.
delight or despair.
And good to give we all have
in abundance
only it rarely looks like Hollywood.


If my home for now is in my skin
Then the good things I can enter in.
Home movies deserve home music.
I want to make something you can dance to.

Take the fallen places and believe in good unexpected
See the hand of God in every opportunity
and excavate a bit of the good for someone today.
For our selves are the only portraits of us others can see.

Maybe tomorrow your self portrait will be
the one to polish this world to a high shine for someone.
I ramble on.

Seeds

On my trip to Mud Lake,
the place where I was stuck
removed around 15 woodticks
and basically had a good time.

But it has me thinking about living life in reaction mode.
If we have been warned a number of times regarding danger
why then do we still so often end up in a situation where
it is forced on us to react to the consequences of our actions
or inactions
instead of proactive preventative actions

Maybe the bigger question is why at 35 am I still having to ask this question?

Perhaps my ADhd tendancies, perhaps my distracted creative temperment.
but more importantly the lack of discipline.
I know I must live my life with lists
or the important things will be forgotten.
yet I write lists and forget to use them
write lists and file them away unread
thinking in some sort of ego's haze
"I'll remember them this time."
Each notation on the lines of lists
a seed full of potential for growth.
like a packet of garden seeds
individually waiting to be plucked out
and planted in a place prepared
and the whole a garden of sustainance and beauty
I've never been a very good gardener.

Time to go to work.

You've got an Ugly Mug, Can you handle it?

Mom don't mistake this for your video message, that's down below
this onw is about attaching handles to mugs.

;)

Happy Mother's Dayyy

Hey Mom!

Here's a little shot of my weekend activities.

Love Ya.

Jeffrey

Time ticks stuck sticks

So, I'd post some of the photos from tonight's shoot, but I got stuck way out in the country and had to walk back,
refreshing to be sure.
hour and a half walk.
I think I need a 4x4

New Heights

This past weekend,
Josh, Don, and I spent a couple days adding 86 new holds to the climbing wall
and repairing and raising the zipline at Arlington.
So much fun!