Life

“Writers Write”

Anyone who knows me as a blogger, specifically as a blogger, knows I’ve struggled with staying active. It isn’t for a lack of trying or wanting. I just want my blog to be something so bad, that it can be a bit overwhelming at times. Plus everyday life and work get added to the mix and it’s the age old excuse of not having the time or energy. Which may be true, but it’s still a poor excuse.

To me, blogging is something I enjoy. A way to relax, be creative in one way or another, express myself and share my thoughts, inform, and even build my professional presence. Yet I find a way to get out pf it.

To help with that I have started writing a post in advance. Some aren’t meant to be for any specific time later on in the future. It’s simply something I may have written to write. You know for the Hell of it, but it meant something or I just felt like sharing it beyond my notebook or my Evernote App. While I may not post something to my blog every day, I plan and want to post regularly and write regularly.throwmommafromthetrain1

I always liked the saying “Writers write.” Which I heard in the movie Throw momma from a train. It was a great Billy crystal and Danny Devito film. So here’s to writing, and being a writer no matter what that brings or what I write.

Photography, Street

Sleep

Sleep is something we all need. I got a decent shot of this man sleeping on a bench in downtown. A bit of a cliche shot of someone who very well is homeless. But it’s real and human.

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I’ve been trying out a new editing suite called ON1. It’s a program that is said to rival Adobe Photoshop or Lightroom. It also has its own version of Bridge built into it. I used that to edit the photo above, and while I try to shoot everything in the camera and on do RAW adjustments in the digital darkroom it’s something that comes in handy.

This post was originally published on my photo-blog, which I have decided to discontinue and bring over to this, my main blog.

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Starting Over In Washington

I wrote this post some five months ago in August. However, it never felt right and it sat unfinished with a dozen other post in my drafts folder. But with a new year I thought I’d publish it, as it felt better now, it felt right. Especially thanks to a lot of help from some family during some hard times that my girlfriend & I fell into. I threw in some new stuff, which I bolded for reference.

We’re in Washington, finally. Free of the hustle and bustle, and crazy pricing of apartments that is California, namely the Sacramento and SF Bay areas. Already we’ve taken a breath and have been able to relax a bit as we weren’t big fans of living in California. Now it’s time to settle down and start our new lives in a new place.

In a way we are starting over, mind you we still have all our stuff. But it’s like moving out of your parent’s house for the first, and hopefully the only time. You’re in the real world, somewhere that is somehow strange and new to you, even if you know where you’re at.

We’ve actually been here for some time now, but we had some hang ups with our move, then the apartment, and well let’s just say that the move itself, sucked. But it’s over now and we are all settled into our 1-bed room apartment, with our bad cat.

While my job is the same, I’m at a new store with a new team. One that we are finally starting to find our swing with, long story short there our store is huge and it’s far harder to maintain than the store I came from… Now I’m at a store that is some 10,000 square feet, versus a store that may have been 4,000 square feet.

I’ll say that the new job location has been a hell of a challenge, as the sales floor is larger and thus harder to manage, more product, and we have people who constantly try to steal. Which if I never mentioned it before, I work for a shoe company, and you’d be surprised how often people try to, or do, steal from shoe stores.

I will say that we downsized to our apartment and it was a bit of a chore to find a place for everything and somethings wound up in our patio storage room. But all things said and done Washington was the right move and maybe we can start a real life here.

What’s next?

Life

2017, A New Year

It’s 2017, a new year and all new resolutions to fall through on. Please don’t take that statement as me being a cynic. I just see more resolutions broken than kept. I’m going to lose weight and go to the gym. I’m going to start real saving. I’m going to finally tell my boss how I feel and get that promotion or raise, maybe even quit.

However I’m going to stop there, and this year I’m going to jump on the bandwagon and yes be a bit of a hypocrite. I want to try and blog in one form or another on a regular basis. Mind you I have no basis to determine what is regular. Some people blog daily, other do it a few times a week or a few times a month.

I want my post to be meaningful and have some meat to them. Thay’s why my second project for the year, which does tie into blogging. I want to create several photo essays around some fairly common and everyday professions and things in our world. Like part of this post I set the wheels in motion in late November and December of 2016.

My girlfriend and I are planning to do a few other project across the year that will be fun, and get the creative juices a flowin`. Not to mention it keeps our creative muscles flexing.

All in all , hat also is the reason for the new blog, or a redesign if you will. I want to have something that is nice, professional, and yes something that can give me a fresh start so to speak. Mind you, you can find my old stuff across the web. Plus the new site design is very cool. Hopefully you all like it as well.
Life

I’m Wide Awake!

It’s 1:35  in the morning, and I’m sitting on my couch wide awake. I can’t sleep. I’m not sure why I’m awake, I don’t per say have a lot of or any energy. I’ve been at work all day and didn’t get off till 9:30 PM, which means I didn’t get home until around 10 PM.

My mind is alert and I’m aware of everything currently going on in my life. Bills, Money, my cat licking himself so intensely at the foot of the bed. I’ve learned to time the breaks between railroad crossings as the train cuts through town in the distance. The average street crossing is roughly 15 seconds apart, as I’m about two blocks outside of downtown and the train runs right through it. Every intersection gets two whistle blows. I know it’s so no one misses the train, though how could you miss a train. Never mind we won’t get onto that subject. I’m also aware of all the things I have to do at work.

I simply can’t sleep and I don’t know why. Honestly, I probably do, but I just don’t want to admit it. Instead, I try to push it out of mind and then it resurfaces. Whatever the reason I’m wide awake. Even worse is I know I should be asleep, and I want to be asleep. But I can’t sleep. I lay there and I start thinking about this or that, and if I manage to not think about anything at all then it’s to quite. I know that everything is just waiting for me tomorrow.

I must sound like a mad man by this point in this post.