Late Night Writings #3

Feeling #corny. Think I might tell some #cheesy #jokes #pun

Late night writings #1

And I sat and wondered on the universe, and all the things that settled on the surface of our world and my brow furrowed...

Why do we kick up the dust that we were birthed from?

Why do we spit on the womb from which we emerged?

Emerged immersed in purity that we proceed to tarnish, developing a hideous patina we call beauty... Why?

Something peculiar about this man. At the time I didn't want to approach him so I took the shot from afar [250mm | f8 | 1/80sec | ISO200] - fyi. In retrospect getting close to him would have made a better shot with more his story visible. Now I know. His eyes must have seen a lot. 

The Caveman.

Painting pictures on the walls of our modern caves.

Late night writings #4

There is a high fashion lifestyle that I am not part of. Mostly due to the fact that I cannot even afford the knock-off Prada and Gucci and even Meiling... But also due to (and this is where it gets cooler for me to say) the fact that I as an independent artist but forge my own path in a blaze of glory, and thus, I must sew my own shorts.

Work in progress. The name will come soon. When I take a better picture. 

Took this with a Sony Cybershit dsc... I thought it would be too much hassle to get out my dslr.  All the colours look weird.

The 2nd photo is better no? That's that dslr goodness. 

Iz

Hey kbanfield check this out. 

On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.

Not sure what this bug is called. I know (or at least I think I do) that it is on the leaf of a "Wonder of the World" plant.  I caught a shot of 'im yesterday morning. It's great to see what the little ones in nature are up to.

The Caveman.

Drawing pictures on the walls of our modern caves

What is done?

Not enough. Simple. We do nothing therefore we are remembered for nothing. But that has to change. Let's change that. Look out for more content from me. I'll do my part.

The lovely moon as seen from Trinidad... It's beautiful that it is like a whole planet within an arms reach. Its also beautiful that it is the same moon we see the world over. That truly connects us all.

The Caveman.

Drawing pictures on the walls of our modern caves.