landscape
My morning hours were decorated with signs of all kinds.
From breakfast sandwich special offers, to signs of direction, faith, sales, political banter, and even a bumper sticker on the car in front of me announcing, “I pooped today.” America loves signs. With all of the continual flow of economic and safety headlines, the signs from the moment I captured this image were telling: Gun Show, Firewood For Sale, and Nascar.
The only sign that appeared to be missing was a welcome mat.
A Calming Storm
Yesterday, the morning was filled with plenty of rain, a coffee pot of endless cups, a collection of Bogart films, mental down time, and a nap.
A shade of blue and sunshine surprised the afternoon. It opened a window for the pups and I to take a walk to the mail box. We watched our reflections in the puddles.
Some days are more memorable than others. I’m sure this is some sort of emotional safety mechanism. If every day was better than yesterday, we’d have little need, if any, for keepsakes, journals, love songs, shoe boxes filled with snapshots, or yesterday’s mementos.
We need each and every one of those. They provide us with those personal places to store our tomorrows.
I've come a really long way since my youth, but I'll never claim to be the most intelligent book in the library. If I were a book though, I'd probably be found somewhere between 640 Home Economics and Family Living and 788 Other Final Products and Packaging. There's plenty of other stellar stuff in between those bookends as well including Beverage Technology; Numismatics and Sigillography; Human Figures and Their Parts; and Wind Instruments (Aerophones). I'm sure I've dabbled in all of these at some point during my "this is my life" roadtrip.
Tools. I can't express just how thankful I am for them, especially those that I use everyday like spellcheck. I'm also thrilled and beyond thankful to be creative. It saves me.
Between my tools and my creativeness, this blog post was fully conceptualized, photo processed, written, edited, and the end creative product completed… all while sitting in a conference, listening to an unbelievably tiring speaker, who only spoke with a monotone delivery and kept clicking through one of the most dreadful and long PowerPoint presentations I’ve ever had to sit through.
Death by PowerPoint is not a myth. It is a reality and I became the walking dead. Fortunately, I was resurrected from my zombie state by the sunlight of a Friday afternoon, an autumn drive with the windows down, and a cup of stale coffee.
I dig my tools and my creative ability to be somewhere else when it really, really matters.
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| ©2011 gary garbett.com |
Memorial Day is about remembering. Don't forget. Route 6 eastbound with a bird on the wire.
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| ©2011 gary garbett.com |
My early morning commute in the fog meets an oncoming passerby.