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Being The Sea, The Ocean and Me

The depths unwind the fabric of time

In a masquerade of all that would be

Icy, cold castles

Of inky black sea

Winds blow over time

Frothing the waves into mist

A dancing ghost of spirit on the highest crests

Flirting between the air and the sea

Begging so desperately to be

Currents flowing warm above the limitless depths

Cold and dark

And unexplored

Unknown

To be discovered only by trying

And providing a light of your own

The unyeilding desire to find the mysteries that can still astound

Through the gathering pressure

To still the heaving chest breathing

Gasping for something beyond air and reason

Bending the time beyond understanding

The creatures inhabiting both frightening and freezing

Like shadows within shadows

Movements unseen

As blood in vein boiling

The dangerous depths under this sea

Safer the shallows in the sun and the breezes

Happier thoughts under blue skies and ancient trees

Golden warm sands on the playful time beaches

But there you won't find the depths and the reasons

For what was and what is

The past's future beneath us

Waits undiscovered without trying

Without desire of understanding

And you'll never reach

Into the depths of me

Spiral Out

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“Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another.”
-- Albert Einstein

In a manner of speaking
This is the creation of energy
The capture of light, thought, emotion and memory
Preserved to inspire a future mind
Energy multiplied over through time
Eyes that stare forward from the past
A past that reflects a future shown
In the light that is yet to be captured

Time Traveler

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And I capture with a lens all of the light there is to see
A passing moment in time; a moment that will cease to be
Now a moment that will exist forever for you, and forever for me
Light made to art, by a spirit trapped but still so free

In this marvel of a jar, I can hold time tight
Everything that this moment is, by capturing the light
Time yielding its moments to an image, and halting its forward flight
To let us reflect on what was, and where we were, when the time is right

Call me a time traveler, and this box is my time machine
I am a merchant of memories; spending a currency of what is and what is unseen
What I gather and what I see in my world, and in my mind, and what has been
With love, and passion, and art and soul, I salvage your memories and dreams

So travel with me in this world, like the sands washing on to the shore
In waves always constant but never same; some in a whisper and some in a roar
Relive what once was; recapture the time, the youth, the feelings, and more
Created merely from light, to bring your memories to life, and let your imagination soar

We Are The Stories Told By The Stars

“What do you see?” I asked her.
“I see… a light. But there wasn’t a light there before.” She stated with a tone of inquisitiveness
“Stars, and galaxies” I replied to soothe her curiosity. “What your eye cannot see, the camera, given enough time, can.”
“But why? Why can’t I focus on them hard enough to see them myself?” she asked.
“Evolution has provided you with incredible mechanisms for exploring the world around you, but only for what you truly need to survive. Your eyes are remarkable, but limited. Science and technology fill in where our biology doesn’t allow us to go naturally.”
She exhaled a thoughtful, “Hmmm…” as she pondered that. She cocked her head to the right and up once again at the sky, squinting with one eye and twisting her mouth tightly.

“I want to see more,” she demanded, “how can we see more?”sky 018
“Well,” I started as I considered my own limitations with the technology accessible to me and what it would cost to get something better, “you can see more with the right equipment, but this is all we have at the moment.”

She cast a disappointing glance at my camera resting steadily on the tripod. She reached to the shutter speed adjustment and opened it up to a 30-second exposure, then to the shutter trigger, pressed it and released it. The camera clacked its shutter open for her, and began capturing all of the light that it could see.
She grew a bit impatient waiting the full 30-seconds for the shutter to finish its cycle, then for the image to appear on the LCD.

She was surprised to see blurs of bright clouds which were barely discernable before, streaking by as if racing across the sky. A bright blue night sky, filled with thousands of tiny points of light and a bright, but shadowy glow from the moon in the southern sky.
“It looks like the stars would look during the day if the sun wasn’t so bright, doesn’t it?” She asked excitedly.
“It certainly does,” I replied with a smile.
She smiled at me, very proud of the results of her experiment.
“Remember,” I explained, “the stars that you see are very, very far away. It has taken thousands, or millions, even billions of years for the light that the camera is seeing to reach it and be captured. The stars that you see may in fact no longer exist, but we are seeing them as they were millions of years ago when the light we’ve just captured began its journey.”

I could see her wrestling with this. She is very bright, but for a child her age, this is a pretty deep concept.
“So, it’s almost like going back in time then?” she questioned as if she were simply sorting out her thoughts out-loud.
“Exactly. You can almost say that you, and I are time travelers, and our camera is our time machine, allowing us to see something possibly as old as the Earth itself.”

She reached out for my hand while gazing back up to the sky, her eyes still full of the wonder of this discovery. Taking it in, sorting the data, and allowing it to fuel the fires of her imagination.

“Time travel…” she whispered, “we can travel through time.”

OK, C?

A story from my travels - March 2008.

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Stuck in Oklahoma City. Weather moving through Chicago, all flights to the east are cancelled or delayed, including my cancelled flight to Chicago.

But they moved me to American Airlines. They have a flight to Chicago that is delayed, but not cancelled...

Me: "So, American Airlines's pilots know how to fly into Chicago when there is weather, but United's pilots don't?"

Ticket Agent: *blank stare*

Why does United constantly cancel flights through O'Hare whenever there is even a hint of weather?

Besides the fact United has picked some of the WORST locations for hub airports; Chicago, Denver...

Maybe when choosing an airport to fly 30-40% of all of your domestic flights from, you should pick an airport where the weather doesn't suck 90% of the time???

Just a thought.

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Never mind. That flight cancelled too.

Stuck in Oklahoma, and no KC, this isn't OK.

I even tried to get a flight to Vegas and red-eye back to Philly. Best I could do was a 5:30am out to Detroit.

But I had a very helpful and sympathetic ticket agent assisting me who gave me a free hotel room voucher, a dinner voucher and a breakfast coupon for the airport tomorrow morning.

She also commented several times I was the nicest and most patient person she had to help all day.

...see? Being nice is always the best, first approach.

Muse

You’re the glistening blade in the dark of the night
Slicing this flesh without the need for sight
You sharpen your knife
With the rough parts of my life
Deftly cutting away
The despair and dismay
Bleeding the thoughts that break and betray

Phantom fingers pull pieces free
The bricks from the mortar surrounding my very existence
With this flimsy film dividing air from blood
A passion trapping breath
Leaving it clear to see the inevitable death
Of thought and love and life and hope
Dismal despair at the end of my rope

These elements keep me locked away
Hidden from everything but the mind’s eye
The nightly torment of seeking my sight
Through thoughts that fill my mind with fears
And my days with blight
Hands tied tight
A torment to not hold and feel
What is not meant to be so real in life

Within hope I can dream
Breaking dawns of a new day
Where on the horizon I’m not blind, but granted sight
Where my mind can see beyond the light
Beyond the reality of this life
To the one that can make this real
To expose all that I can think and feel
To show the world what my mind’s eye can see
To open my prison and set me free
To be the muse that I need you to be

But alas, you will always be invisible to me

The Ship In Your Bottle

Built delicately
Within a vessel
Forged from the heat
And the force
Of the Earth’s living core
Piece by piece
I have been intricately placed
Within these glass walls
To sit upon your mantle
Untouched by your hands
Only to study
Your eyes behind my glass
The far away look
I see
Always with the light
Bent by this glass
But at my flawed perfection
Still you wonder
Yet keeping your distance
Afraid to destroy my little world
Afraid to let me sail in yours
My hull will never
Feel the kiss of your oceans
My sails will never unfurl
To catch your breath
And give me life
Alone I sit
In quiet observation
Waiting for the day
You break the glass
To set me free
Or leave me
Dashed upon your hearth