For as long as I can remember, I've been a thinker. Certainly not a profound thinker...not an inventive or creative thinker, and not a thinker that thinks I can save the world. Sometimes, I'm just a thinker...who can't remember, what I was thinking I needed to remember.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

And Her Life...

And her life was a monument to the past. Her present existed only upon reflection.  Yesterday reigned supreme.  She couldn't stop the tides of time, so tomorrow would come...and be recognized another day.

So, I say to her, take up the gauntlet that is today...and be present, and grounded...in your now.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

The World of Homes on Ice

Only my choice of footwear, kept me from knocking on these doors today.  I'm easily distracted while traveling from Point A to Point B...there's always something that captures my fancy.  Who knew that in the world of homes on ice, there were neighborhoods (with no apparent building codes), peripheries, and lovely, au courant homes, in an area where lots seem to be quite a bit larger...AND, there may even be restrictive covenants.

Above, the "neighborhood"...where, I'm sure, if you're in need of some conversation and a beer, you're golden.  You can set your lawn chairs up in the yard, and talk some football smack.  Who do you think is hosting the Packer party this week-end?

This home is on the periphery.  It's a nice buffer from the hustle and bustle of the nearby highway, and if trains traveled through the world of homes on ice, the track wouldn't be too far away.  In this part of town, you need to watch out for loiterers...you never know who might come knocking at your door.

This, clearly, is where you might knock, if you want to be greeted with wine and cheese.  Neighborhood covenants might require skirting around the foundation of homes in this area. Here, your home is nestled in, at the foot of these majestic hills.  Every evening at dusk, you can enjoy this view, while noshing on your cheese, and sipping your wine.  Definitely, the place to be, in the world of homes on ice.

With my inquisitive nature, it's probably a good thing I didn't wear boots today...

Sunday, August 31, 2014

A Wave Away

I understand the need for solitude...a big part of me is "loner."  My walks are my time to reflect, dream, absorb, and ponder.  I love a walk on city streets but, sometimes, a walk through the park is better.  Sunday mornings have always been my favorite time for introspection and walking solo. Today, I chose the park.

Men, I don't mind walking in front of you, behind you, or beside you, on the city streets.  I don't mind if you're sitting on a bench waiting for a bus, or if you're sitting in your car waiting for someone...on the city streets.

I'm unnerved, though, if you're sitting at a picnic table (alone), in a secluded part of a park.  You have every right to be there, and maybe you're just looking for a little space for your own quiet reflection.  I get it, but I wish you could walk and ponder, rather than sit and ponder.  The path I took, meanders through the busy and the quiet, and I didn't see you until I could tell that your eyes were blue.

We made eye contact, I nodded, you didn't.  I walked faster, and waved to someone waaaay up ahead that you couldn't see.  With hundreds of trees, you couldn't be sure, though.  I'm sorry if you just needed a little space to unwind in peace and quiet, but my instincts were telling me something different.  I've never had an imaginary friend before today, and I hope I don't have to call on her again, but it's nice that she can be just out of site...up ahead, around the curve of a path...a wave away.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Whole Bunch of Character

One would think that a woman of my age would love to take pictures of pretty flowers, babies, puppies, and food.  Well, I DO love to take pictures of flowers, babies, puppies, and food, but...I also love THIS. 

I came across this abandoned factory on my drive back from Milwaukee today, and drove around the block three times before deciding where to park, get out, and take these pictures.  This was a rough part of town, and just a little deserted, but I usually don't let that stop me.  ANYWAY, my curiosity was piqued...and my imagination ran wild.

I usually think about the story...the alpha and the omega, the what-ifs, the whys, and the now what.  Here, all I could think of was, where was Will Smith?  Where was his car, his dog, the mannequins...where were the "Infected?"

Well, anyway, that's what I saw.  Whatever this was in a previous life, it certainly hasn't aged with much grace...but what a BUNCH of character!!  The day was getting long...the shadows even longer.  Much as I wanted to stay, I didn't linger, or wait to see if Will Smith would come careening around the corner...it was getting dark, and it was time to flee go.