Ohio

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CHAFF IN THE WIND

I remember when Saturday 

Felt like Sunday

And I was dreading Monday

Feeling like I’m strung out on junk

(Which I never tried) 

I was strung out on life

(Which I couldn’t escape)

And it wasn’t pretty

I hated my life 

The world I lived in

Staked to the ground

Face up in some tribal ritual

Eye lids propped open

Waiting for the sun to burn me blind

I just wanted to die

But couldn’t

Feeling rejected 

Outcast, judged and ridiculed

Was it done to me? 

Or did I do it to myself?

In the back of my mind

In the shadows of 

What I remember myself to be

I felt there was another side

I just had to get there

But the road was dark

There was no light to light my way

Shadows loomed large and mean

In my withdrawal

Happy is an illusion

And I wanted to get lost in that illusion

But knowing the magicians secrets

Is it possible to ever enjoy the magic again?

Are these fancy words for a poem,

A memoir or just letters jumbled with meaning

meant to get lost and scattered like

so much chaff in the wind

blackstracts 1

/ mobius faith

I’ve experimented with extremely dark images in the past but it’s been a while and I was in the mood. Today and tomorrows images were taken one Saturday morning early in May. I had gone to the laundromat to clean my winter comforter and a couple of pillows to put in storage. At that time people were not permitted to wait inside due to the pandemic. So I sat in my car. It was raining rather hard and I was not in the mood to go out and about for photos. So I just sat in my car for these abstracts. The inside of my car is dark gray and black with some chrome accents. Wondering what kind of abstracts I could create – I dialed down the exposure to -7 and started clicking the camera shutter. I did very little in Photoshop except to convert to black and white and some vignetting to darken the edges. Enjoy.

As with all my galleries click on one image to view larger and then use the arrows to go to the next image.

dumpster life lessons

/ mobius faith

If you see something (or dare I say, someone) that you or others would label an “eyesore” or pain-in-the-ass.    Look again.   I dare you to find beauty and meaning in those things.   It is difficult; but, it can lead to new understandings, acceptance and maybe even appreciation.   My interest in dumpsters or what others may call containers (or whatever you use to collect rubbish, trash, garbage) is well known and long standing.   Dumpsters are not only utilitarian but can reveal a beauty that was forged within their utilitarian function.   This morning (2/14/21) I decided to head out with my camera (my valentine – LOL).  I came across this large dumpster at a building where construction was being done.   I almost never ever pass up a dumpster opportunity and this was no exception.  You can see from the first image – the setting.  Unimpressive, maybe even documentary.   But that doesn’t stop me.  That’s just the entry point for my imagination and creative thinking.   I somehow am inspired by suffering, difficulty and challenges and find they are signposts along the road of life to happiness.   I don’t seek them out but when they present themselves I do seek to turn around those situations into something worthwhile or worth living for.   

Hinge:   It all hinges on seeing that difficulty as an open door to something better.  Unexpected – most likely.   But a door or pathway revealed that I may not have considered before.

Overview:  When we are confronted by such a door we must take a step back and take time to look at the details.

Details: These details offer clarity, understanding and unapologetic saturation and texture that makes it possible for us to complete the transformation from repulsion to acceptance and maybe even a sense of beauty.  Art.  Life is art – from beginning through to the end – and after the end, in memory and spirit. 

*to view larger individual images in order: click on the first image below showing the dumpster in it’s habitat.   Then click on the arrows to navigate through the complete set of images.