Eddy took some of my photos up to enter into the fair this year. I am couch-bound and unable so he had the dubious honour of braving the hordes(I didn't know that there would be hordes of people). It was something to do and a way to find out what kind of photos this venue admires. Here's an odd note. I could have entered some of short stories, but I just couldn't. It would have been as if they were rejecting one of my own children if they didn't like them. I know this sounds funny, but somehow the photos you can blame on the mechanism, there is a piece of machinery involved, not just my creativity. With writing, it's all my head, me, my psyche laid bare. I think that I would rather enter them in an anonymous venue first. Which I guess is the next step to take!
well, this used up all my energy so more later
Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.