Choose

Sasha and Ava, watching and waiting

Life is really a series of moments, strung together by time. Each moment a crossroad, a choice waiting to be made. Driving around in Ava with Sasha in the front seat on an early Friday morning felt like a luxury. I often tell myself that this could be my everyday, if I wanted it to be. Everything is within my control; we are defined by the choices we make.

"This was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a long moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day."
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Journey

Liberation road

不怕寂寞
不靠承诺
才是自由

Vengence

Romans 12:19

I cannot help but think that the formal training I and many others of my trade have received has imbued us with the notion that we can avoid blame or guilt though the use of carefully weighted words and omission of facts. This training appeals to our very selfish nature and for those of us who lack the moral strength to resist, it also blinds us to the fact that real people are being hurt by our intentions, if not even our deeds. Feelings and emotions are neither heads of liability nor capable of being remedied by an award of damages; They are what makes us human. For us who indulge in the umbra of our training, we spend life skirting around our fellow human beings, like a ballerina in a dance; feet on point, ever ready to leap away at the sight of looming liability. Perhaps this is the origins of my fondness for ballets and ballerinas.

Boat

Far, Work, Mexico, Ocean.

So we meet again
after several years
several years of separation
Moving on, moving around
Till we spend this time
Chasing the other's tail

Giverny

Chez Monet

I fell in love with Monet's Water Lilies when I first saw it at the National Gallery. I remember being enthralled by it; movement and stillness captured on a square of canvas. Walking the grounds of Giverny felt like walking through a Monet painting, but with the smell of flowers in bloom, birds chirping overhead and the bubbling brook beside. It was a feeling of calm and one can very readily see the hint of Japanese aestheticism that influenced Monet's work; Art is emotion without desire.