Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Entertainers Secrete


The Entertainers Secrete

 

Once you have become an entertainer your life is forever changed. The cravings for attention, the being judged for your courage, offset nothing in the entertainer. We hear we feel all those as we step upon a stage. Once the light falls we forget everything but the emotions we show.

 

Thus it is we have a “Secrete”, we are just willing to share.

 

 

We never grow old, we are aged beyond our years, for we can never stop.

The quest for the moment, the fear of others, the stockers,

the hecklers, they dream of what we are not.

They are fulfilled with a glance, with envy,

jealousy of the fantasy of the show.  

They will never know.

 

 The “Secrete” of being so bold.

 

Friday, January 25, 2013

More Please


One must at times ask for more.

 

To pounder a value as it is slowly looses its importance in your life you are faced with either acceptance of its passing, or you renew its time.

 

Alas with people the issue is time.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Values???


Ones values are based on what one see’s, ones histories, and true to be stated as aspiration or inspirations it is how we become us. One could not say that my values of love nor passion are a lie. Then truly you have not seen wonder in my Childs eye, nor the work I do.

 

Values of love; of life, are never lost.

To give, to share, to belong.

 

Our confusion of self with which we spend a life time understanding comes not from a moral code, but in the reflections of the eyes of who we call dear, the stranger we pass, the lives we touch.  

 

It is our communities that give us our morals codes, ask a politician, a preacher, thus it is stated, Alas our morals are the first to be bartered.

 

However are values are easily seen, not just in words in our but deeds.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Quick Question, no its not about nudes...


If there was something I could teach, discuss, from this industry what would it be?

 

Would I spend anytime at all talking about lights, or a setting’s on your camera, maybe a photoshop discussion would be it. I think I would get lost in the darkroom if my wife would let me. I have thought about this for a very long time. The options are many as is the tools I have used over a life time of photography.

 

So I pondered a bit on what I thought you would ask, at first this was kind of fun thinking about what question I would get asked. Especially the answered looks when I stated a blunt fact. Then I realized how little I knew about what I would be asked.

 

I must have articles or opinions all written out about some many different parts of the industry that I could fill another hard drive with it a lone. Seriously, really what would you ask?

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Failing hurts?


It is not when I fail that hurts, it is when a belief in someone or something fails, that the expectations I place upon it or them cause the most damage.

 

Envy
I live in a world riddled with envy. To a greater or lesser degree, I see everyone infected with it. From this defect I must surely get a warped yet definite satisfaction. Else why would I consume so much of my time wishing for what I have not or angrily looking for attributes I shall never have.

 

I seen the door on my way in, regettably I find no reason to use it as yet. Does that make you uncomfortable?

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Condemed


The other day I walked to the local store, as I did a young Mother dropped what I assumed was a receipt. I stooped and picked it up and called to her where she retrieved the paper. Did I note that it was a scratch lotto ticket, yes, did that take away from the act of picking it up and calling for her? or of giving it back to her? Did it matter that I knew she was on food stamps and assistance? or that the value of the ticket was a months wages? Or am I commended for assisting?

 

Do I set in wonder, pondering what I assisted her with, gambling or of her need for the money. Or as the store employee stated I am nuts to give “her” that money.

 

To her I am a saint; to the employee I am crazy.

 

Yet all I did was returned a paper to its owner. Alas I was judged by both, as now I will be judged by many.

 

Monday, January 7, 2013

What happens when kindness is confused with weakness?


I would like to know how other feel about this statement.

 

Is it not part of what makes us who we are to show kindness, yet if I read through the many posts here on LinkedIn I see more hate than the creativity of showing kindness.

 

To travel a life of kindness requires more strength than one has most days, I need to be filled with the new, yet when I demo straight a act of kindness that is rebuked I feel less than the very act.