The Deal is Rotten

As Leonard says, everybody knows...

that's how it goes.

Today i picked up Pearce from Allison's and took him to Lake DeSoto to train for the upcoming February Olustee Blue-Gray Runnin' Reb fun run. He placed third in his age group last year, and wants to improve upon that. We started out with him distancing me as I jogged along, having to stop after two minutes in and walk. oh the day, the day, i could clip out six minute after six minute mile up to marathon distance. I had his gatorade and the camera's in tow, weighing me down was my excuse. We ran one good lap and played around for two, walking and doing his challenges that all seven year kids like to do.
It was painful again in that I was being a somewhat grandpa for a day. Everything with kids pains me.
Rue the day Landon got himself into this mess.

that's how it goes.

today facebook notified me they approved changing the name of John Stokes Photography to John Stokes Journey. A one time change. I was getting weary of not even getting one hundred views, much, much less likes, hardly ever any comments.  by taking photography off the page, I figured I could just post and gab about a journey and take the onus off people thinking me a photographer. They can now say, gosh, you should be a photographer if they think the photography decent, but they never do.

that's how it goes.

There was talk of me being depressed. I suppose so. Comes with the melancholy nature I have. I thrive it seems under a morose, languishing state of mind. If all was hunky dory and rose colored, I don't think I would be too content. I would look for reasons to return to the inward wrangling.

that's how it goes.

Saw an old bike rider lugging his bike up 41 today. I turned and waited for him. I knew it would be an interesting photograph. As he passed me and he saw me clicking, I called out something. We talked awhile and he was heading to Lakeland he said, from Tennessee. Lake City was misread on the map. What a rig. He spoke of sleeping where ever he wound up. He seemed not a homeless type or down on his luck. I gave him some money anyway, said supper was on me tonight.

that's how it goes.

By that time the sunset was getting good. I had been waiting for it as well on the dock at the Lake. As the sun went off the lake, I hurried out to Old Country Club road. A few more shots. Again, lately manipulating like crazy the settings trying to get the look I am after. Win a few, lose more.
Yesterday at the Watertown Lake was simply awesome and a wonderment. After talking with a Mr Chandler who seemed to have keen insight into birds and creatures, the sun set with these fingers and fire like strands. I know, Steve would say they were Geo-engineered and ugly. I shot til it was dark.  I shot til it was dark today.

That's how it goes. Everybody knows. And ole man cotton got a rotten deal.