The most used That is, overused Cliche Pushed-in-your-face Image Becomes that For good reason
Turns out, the outside world IS still the world. No amount of staying inside has changed anything! Robin and I headed to Mission Beach to meet with some friends vacationing there. There were very few masks being worn (by the masses), although I had my covering at the ready. We made some photographs of the families and headed home. On the way, we stopped and sat on the wall at the Boardwalk. And just watched the sunset.
Typically, when I open my “PHOTO” main folder and head to one of my main sub folders, I will find photos saved within that calendar year. There are sub-folders cataloged by year-month-day. Within each month there will be 1-3 outings per week. Since late February I have cataloged 3 outings. I wish I could say it’s COVID, and maybe some of it is. There are also other responsibilities tugging at my time. So perhaps this year will be a big bust for photography….through September/October. After that, I hope to resume my outings.
This is where I go When the world goes mad Everyone telling me I must choose a side now I must pass judgment now
Every man Is my brother Good, or not good
I mourn my brothers Whose lives are so broken That they find themselves Forcefully subdued
I mourn my brothers That find themselves Bestowed with power Beyond their control
I find mourning much more pragmatic than picking, or making a side, which will ultimately yield nothing of value. It requires circumspection, introspection, and a willingness to suffer at the hand of all truths. However, as long as I have lived, and from what I’ve witnessed, mankind simply lacks the wherewithal to make this the standard. Seemingly, we just want vengeance, dressed up in all sorts packages. That approach will never address the core problems. When will we learn?
Honestly, I’m not sure What to think Of these days of uncertainty As if uncertainty Was never a part of our living And dying Are we so much wiser Being able to see the unseeable Panic filling our hearts Pretending To stave off the inevitable Knowledge enough To hide like mice?
We ask ourselves Is it enough to be alive While not living By what measure Will one consider Infinity Coming to that final conclusion That realization of consciousness That those things we can control Should never Control us?