If video killed the radio star;
television killed the creative mind.





Note: Google Photos

Cloaked by a Veil

Today was one of those days where I awoke cloaked by a veil of pain and suffering unable to see the truest essence of love. And then the phone rang. Two beautiful women in my life, two of many, but not too many, for one can never have too many beautiful (beauty-full) women in one's life. Oh... back to the story... and I was invited on a luncheon date to The Underground Cafe, 70 Arthur Street, Winnipeg, MB, Canada. Soon after our date, I felt that that truest essence of love was peaking through that veil. I bow down in gratitude for both these women, reminding me of that which was forgotten. A shared embrace and we parted ways. As I strolled the streets of the Exchange District through the corner of my eye a photo of love framed. A woman, sitting with herself, a book in one hand, a "life choice" in the other, the sun beaming down upon her, I veered down this back alley. I explained to her that I could see the love made visible and wished for a photo. She warmly agreed. A deep breath in, a deep breath out, embracing the full present experience of love... and snap. As I put my camera away, she shared that this was not the first time a moment such as this occurred. Coincidence, I feel not. Love is visible, always, and in all ways.

Shotgun Rules

If you and I ever come to be friends outside of this virtual home of mine it's important that you understand the rules of engagement for shotgun.

1. Shotgun is the only word to be used, no variation of the word is acceptable.
2. One must have their shoes on, unless they never had any to begin with, and must be outside and in view of the vehicle to call; "Shotgun!"
3. If more than one individual calls shotgun simultaneously, then a game of rock, paper, scissors will be the deciding vote.
4. If a Slurpee run is made to 7 Eleven, whomever had shotgun retains shotgun out of respect that Winnipeg, MB, Canada is... Slurpee Capital of the World.

Inner Child

This is a photo of my mother as a child. How beautiful is she! Notice the exclamation mark and not the question mark at the end of the previous sentence... for this is not in question. I
dedicate this photo to the inner child within each and everyone of us.

"If my heart can become pure and simple like that of a child, I think there probably can be no greater happiness than this." Kitaro Nishida

"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when adults are afraid of the light."
Plato

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