Storms in my Mind

I get very introspective when it rains.  Something about the quiet roll of thunder and patter of raindrops on leaves makes my heart open.  I started thinking about how I'd love to do photography again, after standing on the porch taking shots of glittering water falling from our hanging plant and zucchini flowers.

My grandfather was a photographer, and my dad has always been into it, even if it wasn't professionally.  Last year I was told I had a good eye like my grandpa and I wish I could turn that into a career that I would enjoy.  Then I second guess myself.  I look at my picutres and don't know if they are really any good at all.  No one ever seems to react to them so I don't know if I'm the only one who loves a shot or not.  I also don't really know a darn thing about Photography.

Then I was sitting around listening to some real oldies.  In this world of hip hop, gangsta rap and bad pop we have forgotten about the golden oldies that allowed us to warp music like we have.  Even the old stations that played oldies, now only play a block of music starting in the late 80's and moving forward.  I knew the day would come when the music I grew up with would become "oldies" but I was not prepared for the day when we would lose Buddy Holly, The Zombies and even a good portion of the Beetles.  How can we have forgotten that?  Why does the world assume that no one wants to hear those songs anymore?  I am baffled by this, and I find myself wanting to scoop up the music so that I will still have that part of history to share with my children.  We still have classical stations, why not oldies?

As the world moves forward, I wish some times we'd look back and take a moment to bring something forward again to show the children growing up.  It's their past too and they get cheated quite often.

I'll stop my ranting now and share two pictures I took yesterday after the rain.

Mojo Magic

Yesterday was a bad day.  And my mood proved it.  But even through my murderous glances and grumbling to myself, I still managed to do some magic for myself.

My roommate was sick and because she was mostly in her room I went to hide myself away so that my bad mood wouldn't kill anyone else.  Giving myself actual alone time brought about some awesome stuff. First of all I put away my laundry.  *gasp*  I know, I could hardly believe it myself.  More importantly however, I did some art.  Yes, real honest to goodness art.  Not just some piddly little doodle for a dress design or anything.  It was two pictures that took up the whole bloody page!  I was so proud of them.  It's the first thing I've really drawn, with real concerted effort, in a very long time.  Just like getting to finish that book, I feel amazing for having done not one, but two pieces of art yesterday.   Sure I wasn't writing, but drawing counts sometimes for more.  Especially when one does not have the use of her drawing table because it's currently a sewing table/catch all. 

What I need to do now is get the two pictures scanned in and cleaned up.  I took pictures of them with my phone but the quality is not that hot.  Plus they look like they're in sepia tone.  :D  I do want to get them scanned in and cleaned up, that way I can actually post something to my art page.  Woo!  Go me.  I 'm just starting to break down the dam walls that are surrounding my creativity.  There's nothing better than that.  Mind you I'm doing it with a toothpick but hey, I got a couple drops of water out so I'm making progress.  :D