Bursting at the Seams

scott jpegNot sure what’s wrong with me. It’s Friday, the day I start looking toward when I pull in to the parking lot on Monday morning. It’s not that I really hate my job, I think I am more bored more than anything else. I am feeling my creativity bursting at the seams, but I am not sure where to let it out. Yes, I am writing my blog, but it is in its infancy, and I am getting a bit frustrated. I have some books to read, thus I am not going to throw in the towel, but I have a TON to learn.

Patience is a Virtue I Don’t Have

It’s nothing like the newspaper business where you already have a subscription base. You write and thousands of people see what you do. My biggest post to date was a couple of days ago when I wrote about my tattoo artist, who retweeted and shared my blog on Facebook. She has a HUGE following, thus my visitors went from numbers in the twenties to well over one thousand in one day! Wish I could have that every day. I know. I know. Patience.

So, while I am researching, reading, learning and fine tuning my blogging experience, I still feel creative juices struggling to get out. With the weather finally starting to turn for the better here in the Midwest, I am hoping to make it out on some photography road trips. Grab the camera, the car keys and hit the road to see where it takes me and what I might find along the way.

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Military section of Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis.

Peace and Quiet

The picture at the top of this post is one I took a few years ago at Crown Hill Cemetery here in Indianapolis, one of my all-time favorite places to shoot photos. I really enjoy walking through the grounds in the fall when the beautiful colors dot the trees, but Spring should work as well.

The place is a true gem on the north side of Indianapolis. So many beautiful angels out there and amazing and interesting headstones to photograph and discover. Also, so much history in this one spot, including the graves of famous outlaw John Dillinger, former President Benjamin Harrison, and Poet James Whitcomb Riley to name a few. There is also a rich military history, which pays homage to so many brave Hoosiers that have fought and died for our country. Quite a humbling experience. Each time I visit, I seem to find something that I never saw before. I must say that I also quietly hope to see, photograpah, or hear a ghost, even though it would scare the crap out of me.


Pencil drawing from early nineties.

Grab My Pencils

I can also turn to another former passion of mine … drawing. I used to draw quite a bit growing up and in early adulthood, but have not seriously sat down to draw for probably 20 years. I had fun drawing in high school. I remember one drawing I did was a nice rendition of the album cover for Van Halen’s 1984. I wish I still had it today, but I gave it to a girl in high school and haven’t seen it since.

Scatter Brained

I haven’t been able to find the time nor desire lately to sit down and put that kind of time committment into drawing something. I haven’t been able to sit down to commit to much lately. My mind is all over the place. I have always felt that I am destined to do something great. Well, that has not happened as of yet and I am not getting any younger.

I better get going. I have to charge my car and my camera battery.


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