this afternoon was one of those times where i really wish that i owned a camera. but then again, maybe documentation of all such experiences would somehow lessen the special feelings that come when it happens again. anyways... there's just something to be said for going for a drive in severe weather.
lightning incessantly dances across the sky in search of something. sometimes it goes back to where it came from. other times it latches onto that radio tower not a hundred yards away. you can't help but stare as it seems to stare back at you, cursing itself for missing its target.
the wind sums up all of its being to do everything it can to run you off the road, as if it's nature's messenger who was sent to say "go fuck yourself kid, it's my turn to have some fun."
after almost all was said and done the sky was a simply majestic display of mixed emotion. the comfort of a pale blue enhanced by pink and orange of a beautiful sunset. the darkest of black cloudy skies made only more morbid by the vibrant highlights of red that embraced it. grey even wanted to be a part of it all too but could hardly get a word in edge wise, and even still, it didn't really know where it stood between the other two.
after the falling of darkness shortly on the heels of such an event, a place like north avenue is a sight to relish in. all objects reflect in the array of lights and structures as if polished by the freshly fallen rain, however there's not a soul to be found.
they must have all run scared listening to the wind.
lightning incessantly dances across the sky in search of something. sometimes it goes back to where it came from. other times it latches onto that radio tower not a hundred yards away. you can't help but stare as it seems to stare back at you, cursing itself for missing its target.
the wind sums up all of its being to do everything it can to run you off the road, as if it's nature's messenger who was sent to say "go fuck yourself kid, it's my turn to have some fun."
after almost all was said and done the sky was a simply majestic display of mixed emotion. the comfort of a pale blue enhanced by pink and orange of a beautiful sunset. the darkest of black cloudy skies made only more morbid by the vibrant highlights of red that embraced it. grey even wanted to be a part of it all too but could hardly get a word in edge wise, and even still, it didn't really know where it stood between the other two.
after the falling of darkness shortly on the heels of such an event, a place like north avenue is a sight to relish in. all objects reflect in the array of lights and structures as if polished by the freshly fallen rain, however there's not a soul to be found.
they must have all run scared listening to the wind.
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Whenever I saw something that made me feel content, or happy..any emotion where I don't feel self destructive, or anything too negative, I used to wish I could catch it on my camera. I took two photography classes in high school, in an effort to do that.
After those classes, and I know I'm still no expert, I realized that it was quite impossible to catch that moment (of what? of me?) on something permanent. Unfortunately, we are unable to catch pure moments, emotions, thoughts, intuitions exactly as we'd like in a photograph to share with other; we can come only so close.
Nonetheless, there are people talented enough out there who can come that close, and I will admit there are some pictures that move me to the point of no words, or atleast it takes me a long time to come up with any. So, I guess I just contradicted myself, but I seem to be best at that. It's all perspective, I suppose, we all feel different things.
I developed a writing talent early on (maybe the attempt at photography was unneccesary, then again I had to find out myself that I could not capture what I wanted on film) and nourished it, and now, I think the things I write could be perhaps those '1000 words' to describe a picture, from my point of view. If it was just quiet around here for once during days like today, I would have such a splendid time sitting out by the fountain and writing pages..
And now my roommate with this really irritating voice has interrupted my thought.. I can hear her cell phone conversation, I'm in my room and she in hers, on opposite ends, over her tv and friends.
I'm sad I missed that storm. I was.. *drum roll* sitting in here on the computer.. Our windows didn't even get too wet, so I didn't know water was falling..
*Edited because I forgot to capitalize an 'I'..
[Edited on Sep 15, 2005 12:40PM]
So anyway, I was thinking about how I could make it a little bit more interesting.. instead of saying "WRITE ME A STORY!" I'll give you a sort of a topic..and you can maybe sort of put your opinion into words. Somehow creating a story? I haven't really come up with an idea yet, because I have soo much on my mind right now. I have to make some more mixed c.d.'s for work, and I still have to go to the store. I've been sitting here since I got home at 4:30, and now it's almost 6:30. I technically sit all day at work, so I don't understand why I'm soo lazy.
Oh and for the record.. I am too one of those who didn't care about english, yet still excelled in the subject. I went to a technical college here to get my HSED, and ended up scoring extremely high in english without even studying once. Sometimes it bothers me when people don't use commas in certain places. Yet sometimes I forget the commas myself. In fact, I probably missed a few in this whole comment. "My bad..", as Logan would say.
I'm gonna start making those mix c.d.'s. I'll get back to you with an idea of what to write. That is, if you even feel up to the thought.
LATERSKATER!
-saramonster