Greetings from the Hermit Writer.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
SEEker 5 ... in process
Roger didn’t look at me as though I bedded his girlfriend. If he didn’t think that, why did Amelia? The lack of trust burned a whole new hole in my gut. Shrink-lady’s suggestion that there was probably a lot more going on than that, didn’t help.
Why is everything so complicated? Why wasn’t it enough that we loved each other? Maybe there’s no such thing as love. Maybe what we consider love is just a chemical reaction that constantly needs the perfect combination of inputs to maintain the molecular kinetics.
Love couldn’t be anything more than a specific alignment of synapses, electrical stimuli fooling our brain that we have more skin in life than we actually do.
I lack a lot of synaptic pathways.
Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (So, you SEEker fans, do you find my dude lit different from what you usually read?)
Ha. I really got involved applying filters here.
What it looked like for real.
Trees all in a line
This beauty settled right in front of me
Me being arty--love that golden background
Egret hiding in the mangroves
Monday, December 5, 2016
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Friday, December 2, 2016
Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (The first shot below was selected for Explore in flickr. That's really cool.)
So the night all the previous sunset shots were taken, was the evening of the super moon. I remembered to look east, and took a few shots...just because, well, it was a Super moon.
Really didn't look all that different.
But I love the moon on any night. Doesn't even have to be full.
And if you know me, I love clouds, too.
I won't say I love clouds more, but they are special, huh?