Classic.  I am going to be this great of a dancer one day.  Bollywood rocks!

Manifest.

Readily seen, perceived, or understood.

       I am manifesting in my life what I want.  Knowing what I wanted though was the first challenge.  A bit more difficult than simply declaring that "today I will wake at 7 am", I am learning that refining my wants, clarifying is both daunting at first then a really fun ride.  

As an Artist, manifesting is inherent in what I do and how I relate to my reality.  

Right now I am a traveling photographer.  I am successful. I am passionate about my work.  I am an Artist.  Before I might say, " I want to be a traveling photographer that is successful, passionate and artistic." 

As I changed my belief that who I am or what I want is not impossible I found my relationship to what I experienced changed. 

Now I remember, gratefully, that the world does not say NO, only YES, it was my ignorance that had forgotten this.  Perhaps you have discovered this as well. I want to hear your stories if your willing to share.   

Thank you for your time!

Cheers.

"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.  Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.  Just walk beside me and be my friend." A. Camus

Heaven is a honeybell

Stuart, Florida, Indian River Inlet...

Vacation.

Shoes off, sandles on.

Sandy toes, sunburnt nose.

Stack of books I have been waiting to read...seems they'll wait.

Seashell hunting, skinny dipping, too much ice cream.

Late night Jenga, LAUGHING. LAUGHING. LAUGHING.

Click. Snap. Next Moment.

This one is grand, that one great.

Children laughing, late night boat rides.

 

Wind pours through the windows, rain hits my face.

STRONG COFFEE. HoneyBell Oranges.

Vacation....

Fly Sky High.

Clipped. Snipped. Drama told.  

I dont believe I can.I dont believe I can.

Story is the same, game is just a game.  

Searching out my fame, as a Liar of the fold.

Light falls all around. Lighting up the sky, lighting up

my mind.

  

Darkness holds its grasp, til sunlight presses past.

No longer do I say that I do not believe.

Higher, Higher, High.  

I climb into the sky.

Creating. Manifesting. Living. Drama is so old. 

 

I believe I can. I believe I can. 

Gratitude. Life. Love.

Industry of the Ordinary.

Faith.

Listening to a project by I.O.T.O. about Faith, I considered what I have Faith in.  Answer for me.....

You.   

        Me.    

      Unknown.   

                                    Known. 

                    Peanut Butter and Jelly.  

To hear what some in the public said, check out this audio clip....

www.industryoftheordinary.com/html/projects-faith.html

Inspiration

Richard Avedon. Patrick Hoelck. Marilyn Monroe. Kermit. Leon the homeless Guy. Caravaggio. Rembrandt. Salvador Dali. Salt Water Taffy. Coke Classic in a Bottle (not bullshit plastic). Ashley. Animals. Non-Animals. Botticelli. Rodin. Canon. Mom and Pops. Sis. Friends. Enemies. Giacometti. Picasso. Van Gogh. Ansel Adams. You. Me. Pop Rocks. Sketch Pads. Burning Spear. Mozart. Punk Rock. Wild Mushrooms. Candles. Ancient Sculptures. Jesus. Buddha. Hefner (stuffed animal). Sushi. Pizza. Marc Lee Hauser. Julie Blackman. Geez this may take a while....more later.