Blockades

I have had several ideas lately but none of them really push the pen, if you know what I'm saying. I can't get the creative juice flowing enough to actual get something out on paper. I have been looking to my neices and nephews for inspiration and I see it in the motherly way Kristen, the eldest, helps Caiden, the youngest, into the little river boat and chides Cameron, the middle, for barking at David, the other middle. I see it in their Peter Pan like view of the world. I need to really write something about their adventures. JM Barrie did it. I can as well.

But, for now, until something else comes up. Photography.

I find that photography is what I do when I don't have the mind for writing. I wish I could draw but I turn to the mechanics of a camera before I turn to my own steady(NOT) hand.


David in the pool. Despite the constant arguing that happens between the four of them, they are all really sweet and good kids.


Cameron. Looking just like his daddy up to bat.


Kristen. She is a very unique girl growing up in a house full of boys. She is able to tackle and wrestle just like them but can switch gears into fake heels and fake pearls.

Caiden photographs might come later this afternoon.


This is often how I feel. Sea sick from the world spinning out of control. But, there is something steady in the background. When I die, these book ends will go with me. Yes. They are book ends. Be jealous.

That is all I have for now. Shoo! Go read something worthwhile now. Surely to the Lord I will write something worthwhile today.