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 Weary Road13 comments
picture18 May 2006 @ 16:39
Have you ever looked to another thinking you would find refreshment, and were sorely disappointed? At the end of a bad day it feels even worse.

The picture is of a person on a long journey in such a frame of mind.  More >

 Gentle Glade1 comment
picture17 May 2006 @ 12:01
Sure, I can spell Hobbit, but love the way the gatekeeper addressed our furry-footed friends in Fellowship of the Ring, "Obbits, four Obbits!

If you are on these boards you likely also love Lord of the Rings, or at least have fondness for some of the characters.

I imagined a Hobbit Hole within the thickets and rolling green. There just might be!

Nate  More >

 Endless Mountains1 comment
picture17 May 2006 @ 11:53
I am fortunate to live in the "Endless Mountains" I also happen to work in a depressed city. Much of my photography is viewed from a perspective. We are much happier if we choose to focus on the good we see rather than the problems we encounter. Happy people often choose to see what's good about life, and depressed people almost always are locked into focusing on what's wrong.

Step away from phone lines and manmade structures and we can find that "Sweet Spot" in the earth.

Life has Sweet Spots if we only look for them.

Nate  More >

 Bee Tree2 comments
picture17 May 2006 @ 11:45
Photo meets art. Call me a redemptive artist. If I take a photo I don't like, I look for ways to make it into something else. This was such a case. I gave this tree a face, a personality, and a little poetic story to go with it. For all my seriousness, I love quirky things, E.A Poe and Dr Seuss.

This poem is silly, and somewhat of a tongue-twister.

I hope you can read it. Click the pictures and they get somewhat bigger. Or better yet, if someone can show me how to enlarge them!

Nate  More >

 Softy11 comments
picture17 May 2006 @ 11:42
I'm artistic, and creative, but as such, I spend much of my waking time in a dreamworld, forgetting to say what I feel. Art/photo/poetry/music are some of the ways I've expressed my feelings.

The poem is an expression of appreciation and love for my wife.

It's hard to read, so I'll translate.

Softly, I am carressed by the rays of the summer sun
Gently, I lay my head on the grass
Tenderly, I cup the fragrant flowers in the garden
And I am reminded of you

Simple, but I do appreciate her, and hope she knows.  More >

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True love is more than a feeling, it's an act of the will. Feelings can be fleeting, and should be the tail in our decision making process, and never the head. In other words, if I don't feel like loving today, I should not avoid doing what love requires on that basis. If someone needs me, I must look at our relationship, and make an informed choice to sometimes show love when I least feel like it.

We understand that parents must be there for children, even when they anger us, or disappoint us. This same principle is true for all relationships.

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    If I waited to do the right thing until I was "moved" to do the right thing, most times, the right thing wouldn't get done. For this reason, we need a hierarchy of values and principles. For me, love is the highest value. If I pass someone in need, I may not feel particularly loving on that day. In fact, helping them may be an inconvenience, or worse. It may cost me. It's not what we do that we 'feel like doing', that often defines us, but what we do when we don't feel much like doing it. I can hug someone who makes me feel squishy with delight. It's hugging those I don't feel like hugging, because in my will, I do care, that defines me. If I care, but my feelings are disconnected, this doesn't make me insincere. It makes me realize that sometimes my feelings lag behind what I know to be right. Often, I have reached out to people that I didn't really feel warm feelings for. In fact, some were difficult and cold. However, I often was rewarded by seeing the light of life sparked in their eyes. Sometimes we are like a match that kindles a warm flame in a cold fireplace. They have the fuel, but need someone to light it. I have never regreted the risks of love, but have often regreted not taking the risk. Love the unlovely. Love the seemingly unloveable. I don't mean you should risk putting yourself before hostility. In that case, you might want to get a second or third opinion. But in most cases, we pass cold and distant people, and they seem as walking dead. Sometimes its simply because of fear and inner loneliness, and they are beaten down and afraid to open up. The risks of love pale in comparrison to the rewards.