my confession

My soul is not empty, but it is reserved. I don't readily share my passions with others. But the passion exists. And so it is released in inappropriate places. Over long distances and fallen upon def ears. I pour it into the most bottomless of pits. And I keep pouring and never get filled up.

Maddlynn with a mouth full of grapes.

a promise to you, nick

i've been slacking on my posts and on my pictures. henceforth, i will do my best to think and experience more so that I have material which begs to be written about and see more so that my camera has a muse.

I just don't get it

I loath people who go through life always getting in to the same sort of troubles and never realizing a pattern. I do. But recently my hatred has softened toward empathy because I, too am one of those folks.
Here's the bottom line: I just don't understand people and just when I think I do - when I have my guard down, that's when it happens. That oh, so subtle twist of the knife that leaves me wide eyed and mouth agape.