It’s More Than Just Black and White

First of all, I would like to THANK everyone who left wonderful comments and birthday wishes for me. Although I wasn’t thrill nor thankful for being another year older, your comments warm my heart and soul. 😀

But… for some reason, I seem to hit another creative roadblock. Maybe it’s the thought of getting older and feeling like my life is passing by or perhaps it’s the rainy weather; whatever the reasons maybe, I seem to have lost my desire to shoot anything lately. I know I get these creative roadblocks in the past and have always overcome it eventually. I’ve been trying to deal with this lack of motivation since my birthday post and unfortunately, I feel the need to take a break from WordPress and posting a bit longer — maybe another couple of weeks. Thanks again everyone… I really appreciate your kindness and supportive friendship.


Sittin On The Dock of The Bay

Couldn’t think of what to post today. Feeling like I’m wasting time as I looked through my image files for some inspiration; when suddenly this song came to mind. And decided to post these photos I took last Friday. It was a beautiful sunset and made me forget about the “crap” happening in life for a while…

– written by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper
– lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just three
days before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin
– #1 for 4 weeks in 1968

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
And look like nothin’s gonna come my way

So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

Look like nothing’s gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes

Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home

Now, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

Late Bloomer

I woke up this morning, feeling  unmotivated and lack of inspiration. Of course, the first thought was to skip posting. Then as usual, I start to have this inner civil war with my conscience: to skip or not to skip. It was like having a devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other, debating the pros and cons. I’m happy to say the angel won the debate. One of the things I’ve learned since starting this blog is that when I hit a creative block, it’s better to work through it than to let it be an excuse to not do it.

So… I loaded the camera with a fresh battery and the 50mm prime, and forced myself to take a walk. I walked across the street to the golf course pond thinking maybe I will find something interesting. Other than the usual flock of ducks, the pond felt cold and lifeless.  No more dragonflies hovering, bees buzzing — not even a mosquito. The vegetation looked brown and exhausted.

As I continue to trudge along the wet muddy path, I came upon a small bush with some dandelion blooms on it. That became my inspiration and the title “Late Bloomer” came to mind. I searched around the pond for other flowers and found a couple more late bloomers. I’m glad I listened to the Angel…   🙂