Forgotten/Not Forgotten

I keep journals. Note books I use them to help me find peace and sort my life out. Thoughts on friends and finances.

I make changes in my life. However, I have the tendency to repeat. When writing things down, it becomes obvious.

The photo on the left is of my friend Connie. She was loved by many people. I had written about being with her when she passed, 2015. In the photo, we were at the funeral of Rachael Sutton. (She initiated Starting Point – you know it or you don’t.)

Connie passed with lung cancer.

As she was dying, she told me stories of her life. They were great stories. She didn’t want anyone to know. They were antics of her mother, Hazel. Poor Hazel.

I never knew Hazel, but I admired her in a way that Connie couldn’t. She wasn’t my mother.

Rise Up

The silence is deafening. So much so, that I hear the mill droning on. It’s creating the low lying pollution, blanketing our island. Someone is taking advantage of this situation. The non-happening, of everyone staying inside. Of course, not all. There will always be dare devils.

The image above is of a Phoenix. I plan to have this tattooed on my back/shoulder. I have an appointment, on my birthday. That is if the parlor is open.

I have risen from the ashes.

And one day, I will fly away.

Continue reading Rise Up


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Living in poverty can mean that you are living in an economically disadvantage situation. It can be because of circumstances or it can be by choice.

But there is also the spiritually impoverished, which no amount of money can correct.

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven. (Matthew 5:3)
                                                    Think about it.

A Beginners Photo Almanac

Every Step Matters

I am stepping back into my blog. I wrote my post End to Begin, back in March of 2015. I just walked away for a while. Not surprising for me, as I’m a noted wanderer. In the past:

  1. I used my blog as tool to give voice to my opinions
  2. I used it to express my happiness
  3. I used it share travel and adventure
  4. I used it to share photos and poetry
  5. I used it as means of guidance in my life.

My new beginning is one of photos.

There are so many out there today. Almost everyone is a photographer, because almost everyone has a camera in their hand; their phone. No mystery there. But that doesn’t mean they are good at it. The overwhelming surge of photos being created by cyber communication, is just one ebb of the picture tide.

A tidal wave has formed slamming the Facebook, and Instagram beaches.

For a paparazza of every day life, these are great times. I’ve always pursued my passion, for visual imagery. It is innately in me. Through the years, I’ve used many different types of cameras, choosing innumerable subjects and have yet to become bored, by the process.

I re-named my blog, because like following a map, and the use of street names. I am turning a corner. However, I didn’t want to let go of the old. Why should I, a journal is what it is.

Fish Eye Farm is my garden of photography, with a row of Polaroid, Pentax, Kodak, Olympus and Canon and an old iPhone4. It has the herbal qualities, of prime lenses and telephoto, and is sprinkled with flashes, tripods, camera repair and purchases.

I am a master of snap shots and a student of DSLR.

I know there are others out there like myself, who are interested in sharing information and I want to become more involved in blog community.

In all that we do, there are those who are not as knowledgeable, and those that are more advanced. By keeping this simple truth in my mind, I have been able to accept where I am, work with what I have, and continue to produce good images, in earnest.

I am open to criticism.

You reap what you sow.