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My Brothers and Sisters,
I'd really like to take this chance to point something out. I think Sarg's photo is a good way to way to make a point.
If you look at it and don't see the beauty and feel the magic, you have work to do. Spock and Barberian see it, but I'll bet there was a time they didn't. There was certainly a time when I didn't.
I live on an island in south Puget Sound. It's a fantastic place. But, even now there are mornings when I see none of the beauty even though it's all around me.
On those mornings I remind myself that I'm looking at the world through warrior's eyes again, and I have to find a new perspective. It always takes more time than I want to spend finding that better view. It means dropping my guard, and that's always tough.
Drop your guard, and find that better view.
SD
I'd really like to take this chance to point something out. I think Sarg's photo is a good way to way to make a point.
If you look at it and don't see the beauty and feel the magic, you have work to do. Spock and Barberian see it, but I'll bet there was a time they didn't. There was certainly a time when I didn't.
I live on an island in south Puget Sound. It's a fantastic place. But, even now there are mornings when I see none of the beauty even though it's all around me.
On those mornings I remind myself that I'm looking at the world through warrior's eyes again, and I have to find a new perspective. It always takes more time than I want to spend finding that better view. It means dropping my guard, and that's always tough.
Drop your guard, and find that better view.
SD
SD,
All I know to tell ya is you gotta just go out and immerse yourself in it. The more you see, eventually it starts to sink in. Yeah, there's times I fly past it and don't notice but I'll catch myself framing a scene for a photo and then promptly remember I forgot to bring my camera!
Maybe that's it. Looking for that shot. Everybody now has a camera on their person. (that's how things go on youtube, then go viral then the government official resigns). Everybody wants that shot.
More of a shutterbug, less the warrior.
Sarg
All I know to tell ya is you gotta just go out and immerse yourself in it. The more you see, eventually it starts to sink in. Yeah, there's times I fly past it and don't notice but I'll catch myself framing a scene for a photo and then promptly remember I forgot to bring my camera!
Maybe that's it. Looking for that shot. Everybody now has a camera on their person. (that's how things go on youtube, then go viral then the government official resigns). Everybody wants that shot.
More of a shutterbug, less the warrior.
Sarg
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I prefer to draw. A lot. I go through pencils like I go through smokes...
Here is what some art therapy and a bit of practice gives you:
But I like to paint, specifically models. I am currently reading some research about building model kits as therapy for anxiety disorders. Nothing I didn't know, but it works for me. And you get cool shit like this:
Here is what some art therapy and a bit of practice gives you:
But I like to paint, specifically models. I am currently reading some research about building model kits as therapy for anxiety disorders. Nothing I didn't know, but it works for me. And you get cool shit like this:
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Sludge,
Fantastic my Brother. The dragon is me every morning before my coffee. Any wonder my wife tries to sleep in.
SD
Fantastic my Brother. The dragon is me every morning before my coffee. Any wonder my wife tries to sleep in.
SD
I used to buy the cheesy plastic toys like dragons and wizards, then repaint them with model paint and/or fingernail polish (fingernail polish is more vibrant than most model paints). It would take it from... well a cheesy $1 plastic toy to a very nice model almost like the one in Sludge's post above. I only did a couple, they turned out very nice in my opinion.
I outgrew the dungeons and dragons stuff, but that kit is a limited edition vinyl model of the critter from the old movie "Dragonslayer". As a movie geek, I had to buy and build the kit. Normally I build science fiction space craft and movie stuff. I have been dabbling in military models, but my heart just isn't in it. Planes were always targets to me, not art. LOL
Anr yes, the eyes on that bitch are painted with a few layers of my wife's nail polish for that glassy, on fire look. The rest is cheap ass artists acrylic paint.
I haven't outgrown it, I just don't have the patience for it, nor a place to store it all. I never did get into the roll playing stuff, but I have always liked dragons and wizards and such. I promised myself as a kid never to outgrow the wonder of childhood. Well.. That didn't go so well, but I do still try to keep my imagination, and never to be "too old" for anything.
I'm gona kick this around in my head some more, and maybe buy one of those vinyl dragons and some paint. I need a hobby, and I did have fun with it.
Music. I'd give almost anything to be as good as I was in my twenties. Beat on that old twelve string of mine and sang for the guys in the barracks. Mostly Dylan, some Stones, old country ballads my Dad and I used to play. No one ever complained, so I must have done alright.
Left it for a very long time, now I'm trying to get it back. It's hard work, disappointing sometimes. What isn't.
Sarg
Left it for a very long time, now I'm trying to get it back. It's hard work, disappointing sometimes. What isn't.
Sarg
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A poem I wrote when I was in pain and feeling in touch with history of those that went before us:
Boundless Grief
Inspired by the Battle of Antietam, the bloodiest day in American history. It is estimated that families of half the dead never learned of their fate. Antietam changed how armies accounted for war casualties. The Tomb of the Unknowns is a tribute to those whose fate was lost forever to combat. At Antietam the pain created was immeasurable, it rippled across the nation in ways that can never be known.
It was the final day I heard from you my love, my best friend
Now time has stopped for me for want of any news, good or bad
The seasons change but my boundless grief has not, my pain immeasurable
If I could know your fate would I finally find some peace
It is the unknowing that tests my sanity, my memory of you unchanged
Each morning I pass the window and stop to gaze down the road at nothing
Each night I blow out the candle, I touch your pillow with my tears
Each year as my hair turns gray and my bones grow weak, my heart aches more
My memory of you lingers into a distant horizon without end
I come to an intersection with no signs to guide my grief home
I tried different paths and still end up at the same crossroads
I saw your blood-stained face, as you gasp a final breath and reach up for peace
I saw you rise from a hospital bed, lost in mind, a cripple wandering unknown streets
I saw you pause at our road and then pass by, thinking it better that I not see your pain
I saw you happy with another person in another place, perhaps it is what I wish
Now I am sure I will find my fate without knowing yours, which is my greatest pain
How long can I endure my heart bleeding out hope, searching for good memories
My eyes have no more tears for life, it is one haunted now by a ghostly fate
I beg you let me go so I may find peace, I pray that you have found yours
It was the final day I knew only happiness without grief…
Boundless Grief
Inspired by the Battle of Antietam, the bloodiest day in American history. It is estimated that families of half the dead never learned of their fate. Antietam changed how armies accounted for war casualties. The Tomb of the Unknowns is a tribute to those whose fate was lost forever to combat. At Antietam the pain created was immeasurable, it rippled across the nation in ways that can never be known.
It was the final day I heard from you my love, my best friend
Now time has stopped for me for want of any news, good or bad
The seasons change but my boundless grief has not, my pain immeasurable
If I could know your fate would I finally find some peace
It is the unknowing that tests my sanity, my memory of you unchanged
Each morning I pass the window and stop to gaze down the road at nothing
Each night I blow out the candle, I touch your pillow with my tears
Each year as my hair turns gray and my bones grow weak, my heart aches more
My memory of you lingers into a distant horizon without end
I come to an intersection with no signs to guide my grief home
I tried different paths and still end up at the same crossroads
I saw your blood-stained face, as you gasp a final breath and reach up for peace
I saw you rise from a hospital bed, lost in mind, a cripple wandering unknown streets
I saw you pause at our road and then pass by, thinking it better that I not see your pain
I saw you happy with another person in another place, perhaps it is what I wish
Now I am sure I will find my fate without knowing yours, which is my greatest pain
How long can I endure my heart bleeding out hope, searching for good memories
My eyes have no more tears for life, it is one haunted now by a ghostly fate
I beg you let me go so I may find peace, I pray that you have found yours
It was the final day I knew only happiness without grief…
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