I’m on my knees in fascination, looking through the night.
And the moons never seen me before but I’m reflecting light ♫

Poe junkie

The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.

Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate

You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?

Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate

Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction

My very favorite Christmas decoration is the outdoor lights my family does on our lamppost. All white except for one red bulb, which is actually an homage to a movie we all watch every year together, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Day 19 of the December challenge by @journaling-junkie


Of my Goodreads goal of 150 books I have managed exactly seven. I tend to read multiple books at a time so it takes me a while to finish them all. My to be read shelf looks something like this. A day late Day 11 of the May challenge by @journaling-junkie

Saying farewell to the light green of summer and moving into the dark green of fall. I just recently started using watercolor pencils and they may actually be life changing. Day 2 of the August challenge by @journaling-junkie


it’s so easy, out of habit, to just keep doing what you’re doing or in some misguided effort to improve do more of what you’re doing even when doing it at times that just don’t work. I’ve always been a golden light junkie and I noticed on my big east trip I hardly got to shoot during the best time of the day (for me) and I feel a bit cheated now. I cheated myself thinking what mattered was being here or there, seeing this or that place. it’s never been about that and I find myself even with storm chasing getting caught up in the frenetic go go go mentality. storms are coming. go. storms are 150k away. go. but what good is a storm if the sky is a sea of grey and the ground is just darkness. what good is any of it if I’m finding 1 of 100 shots excite that part of me I used as a guide.


It’s time to double back a bit and use more judgement about things. The urge to just take every available minute and go shoot is strong but often fruitless. 20 minutes of great light can quickly out shine an entire day of driving and searching and pointlessly shooting. 

some people can shoot all day long. some people can get excited by flat light or just having access to whatever the subject before them is. I’m can’t seem to and I’m wasting a lot of energy trying to make beauty where it isn’t for me. 


2013-14, Hand-pulled relief print (left), paint sketches (right).