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It’s a Bird-Eat-Bagel World Out There

Nature doesn’t waste food. (Apr 21 3:17 p.m.)

It’s been rain, rain and… clouds, mostly.  One day, someone left out a litter of bagels, and seagulls fought over them.

Nature doesn’t care if your pond’s supposed to be drained. (Apr 21 3:09 p.m.)

I’ve also grown pretty lazy, hence the lazy title for this post, if I do say so.  Till today, I hadn’t been doing my physio-exercises since my final appointment Tuesday (and even then I didn’t know I was seeing the orthopedic doctor, not the therapist, not the general doctor).  The rain interfered with the at-home exercises (the orange bands don’t do well with water— the first band is all stuck to itself now), and then… I was just plain tired.  (Two days spent programming.)

Male and female Anatidae. (Apr 21 12:24 p.m.)

Rain or shine, nature still does its thing.

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And I end up chasing it for photos.  I caught two ducks just outside the Portland Glickman library building, tucking heads amid light rain/mist.

(Apr 26 2:22 p.m.)

Exercises or not, the scenes made for some notable photos, of wet leaves and less usual colors that challenged my visual perception during the color correction process. Continue reading It’s a Bird-Eat-Bagel World Out There

Paths undiscovered

(Nov 6 1:22 p.m.)
Intense colors. (Nov 6 1:22 p.m.)

There may be an infinite number of things we can do or ways to do them in life, but we only walk the paths we are ready to walk.  We are not meant to walk them all.  Or even see them all.

Sometimes we can become so buried in our work that we lose parts of the big picture.  We can busy ourselves to exhaustion or pretend to avoid confrontation or danger (such as having a smartphone in front of us, or earbuds in to bore others), or to avoid pain… But life isn’t meant to be lived in a bubble.  We are meant to feel, and do what scares us every now and then.  We aren’t ants or plants; we are human beings.

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(Nov 5 1:24 p.m.)

Now, if there’s anyone who’s lived under a rock, it’s me.  And I mean, I have nothing, nada, zip figured out from experience.  The main reason why I can’t really write a novel is because my own living story is so empty.  I am Exhibit A for someone who hasn’t done anything with his life.

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Going up?  Sorry, no. (Nov 5 4:51 p.m.)

However, since 2012, I have opened up to opportunity quite a bit. …Of course my methods have been awful as opportunity most always doesn’t return my calls.  I’ve been reaching out to strangers, sometimes with my heart on my sleeve.  Lots of failure.

(Nov 10 4:49 p.m.)
(Nov 10 4:49 p.m.)

Still, the people I’ve met these past four years have changed my life in ways big and small.  I’m trying new things, attempting to socialize more, even if the results are not great.  The Saturday group, for example— I learned things I couldn’t have possibly learned not going. Continue reading Paths undiscovered

End-of-the-year-holidays, not so much here

Christmas, Chanukah, Cuanza.  It’s that time of the year where we’re either cheery and festive or bleary and pestered.  Whether you’re serious or pious or irked by your choice of traditonal, pagan-based or made-up or “other” holiday, there’s always family, right?  Right?  Oh, well.  There’s always next year. Continue reading End-of-the-year-holidays, not so much here