Land of Scape

There I was on social media again as too often has been my habit lately since 2009 and the discovery of Facebook. Prints I had taken thirty years ago and never seen by any could be viewed by all. Well, by those on your wall and even not most of them, but still. And so I scanned and shared. It was grand. 

And then I found Smug Mug and Fine Art America and any number of other sites where they( for a fee) would print and frame and send the photos for you, leaving me to shoot. And so I did. And in came rolling...not exactly. One-two annually? 

And then I joined the local gallery and for again a nominal fee, they would hang your work for all to see. And so again I was on my way. Not exactly again.

And so I saw where a particular person made several million from one print down in a canyon and another just purchase himself another Pentax 645Z for over 8 grand, and i again realized, I am doing something wrong.

I am chasing dreams with iPhones and little point and shoots, the DSLR I seldom even use. And when I go to enlarge that small sensor shot, well, 8x10 is about the limit. 

So what good is all this running about? Capturing everything happening within a twenty mile radius? 

The need to capture, where does that drive come from? To just shoot and not market? It sure makes for a poor man who cannot afford an 8k Pentax.

January midst

The 5th we thought of Nathaniel, who turned four, whom we haven't seen or heard from in nearly two years. On the 8th Melanie and I had our 27th wedding anniversary. Landon our son, Nathaniel born 7 months later. On the 13th Melanie had her 52nd birthday. Last evening Jordon and I drove down to Williston to take her out for dinner at the Outback. This 25th we celebrate Jordons 22nd. Then the 39th, my 60th.

I am not accepting the speed of life!

The Preoccupied God

Going onward two years of silence from my grand son and son and wife. I recall the nights sitting out under the moon and stars praying. The last moon night I sat maybe ten minutes, not hours as before. I really didn't even pray. All the things I have been asking, no doubt, asking amiss. And we gather on Sunday and I try and show thanks, wonder how others can praise such a wonderful one, when all I've seen is fire and smoke.

I even wonder if He has not moved on with me, with us. We are not doing something pleasing.