The interchange of technology has no terminal velocity. It continually accelerates. Which is wonderful if you have cavernous pockets. Or your spending habits have no boundaries. Or you happen to be one of those photographers that the manufacturers/sales and marketers give the cameras to, to entice others to purchase their newest, latest and greatest camera or gadget. Continue reading ￼DxO One
In which direction am I going?
This has been a relatively constant theme in my life, both value and direction. And how does one affect the other.
The fish above are a red bass and a trout. Which is more valuable? Would they have had more value, if I had cleaned them off and held them up properly for their photo. Could I have made them more respectable fish?
There is no breath in the fish. There is no life. Did their fish souls fly to heaven? Are they in the big ocean in the sky?
Is it over populated there? Do they tell you how to swim? Are some spots better than others?
Were these fish unable to stand their ground?
Were their deaths due to high tech spider wire?
Value the fluid questions. Static sucks.
The things I do for fun!
I dare think, how Emily Dickinson would have viewed the internet.
The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — E,D,
The beat before, the chop afterwards.
As I click and read, I think. I formulate a critical opinion.
No wonder, I prefer the road.
Yes, I surived Hurricane Irma. The question is, will I survive technology?
Paralleling the concepts of fisheyefarm.com. and @everydaypazarazza my instagram account, which celebrates the extraordinary, mediocrity of everyday existence, I keep thinking, “Every one looks like a movie star to me”. Continue reading Domestic Details
Meet my new Gravatar. For those that don’t know, a gravatar is a graphic representation of a blog user. It’s your cyber identity. When you like or comment on a post your icon will appear. A person can hover over the image and more information (a profile), will display. My about information is once again empty. Tossed in the trash, to be replaced at a future date.
Having a new name, I wanted a fresh image to represent Fish Eye Farm. Continue reading Creating My Gravatar
Zero had walked a long way. She relied on a cane to hold herself straight. Her bamboo staff, swung with her stride; step, step, step.
After years of traveling life, wandering here and there, her shoulders felt the weight of time.
Zippy was bright and with the skinny legs of a new born colt. He had just begun his walk. He had yet to be bruised or broken. He had spent years on his mother’s milk, playing by the shore, doing childish things as children do.
It was circumstance that brought the two together. They were headed in the same direction. Continue reading Zero and Zippy
Slow down you move too fast….You got to make the morning last now……words by Simon and Garfunkel..
I’m stuck in the South. I call myself stuck, because I would not be here if I didn’t have to be. It would not be my choice.
I listen to NPR, and this morning. I heard a comment about the speed of technology. Everything in social media is accelerating at break neck speed and they have a class you can go to, to assist you in keeping up with the pace. NOT
I like slow. The South, like many other things are way too fast for me now.
I want to be true to MY speed~slower than southern slow.
Where do we think we’re all going anyway?