There is a local contest that started here in my area. NO. I’m not participating in the contest. They want a $30 entry fee and you can enter 4 photos and then $10 for every photo after that. I don’t have that kind of money. It’s my understanding that the photographer would eventually lose out on any royalties, etc. Besides, my photos aren’t that great. I’ve doubted my “eye.” I just don’t see things like I used to. There is a theme to the contest, to take photos of what we think is the best of our city.
In a slowly dying town, it may be difficult to take these photos. Might have to really get creative with locations, not to get confused with landmarks or historical sites.
I’ve taken photos of this spot several times before. It always speaks to me, so tranquil, peaceful and quiet. The sounds of water, the birds and the wind through the trees. There is a bench off to the side. I have sat there a few times to listen to my inner voice. Most of the time, I can’t hear a damn thing.
Are you like me when it comes to masturbation and sex? You know, when you go too long without it and you turn into that tightly wrapped bitch? It’s been over a week for me without sex or my daily “me-time.”
We have a house guest for a few weeks. The guest bedroom is directly across from the master bedroom which makes me self-conscious about having sex or masturbating. I would prefer to go without at that point.
However, turning into the up-tight bitch in need of some release is not good when entertaining house guests. Friday afternoon the house was empty. I took advantage of the time alone, using my new gift (nipple pumps) and my Satisfyer Pro 2. Thanks to both of these products I felt that release that I desperately needed to carry on.
I have been absent from so many blogging memes. Life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Unless blogging is your business, then it’s something you have to do. It’s a responsibility isn’t it?! Sometimes I feel with blogging I have to “work” at it. I slacked off for most of this year.
Trying to learn to balance everything & everyone in my life can really be draining.
Once again my summer is kind of a bust. Our empty nest is now full again. My “me-time” is so limited these days. Today my Beloved decided to take our company out and about to give me some free time for myself. I wasted no time.
A special THANK YOU to a thoughtful follower/fan for thinking of me and sending me these nipple pumps by Angel Kiss.
I find myself talking more and more about the dive bar that Charlie & I used to hang out together at. Now Mr. Sam & I hang out there together, it’s still the same ol’ dirty seedy looking dive bar.
I enjoy the fucked up people who go in there who drink their troubles away. I enjoy that “cheers” atmosphere when I walk through the door.
However summer soon approaches and that means that I wont be there as much as I go there during the winter. Summer time is when I stay home, hanging out in the backyard, working in my garden and riding the motorcycle.
I’ve seen bartenders come & go and return again. Some times it’s a long time before you see the same people, other times it’s the same people everyday. Just depends on what’s going on in their lives.
Most of the time my bar friends are willing to lend a helping hand, especially when it comes to my photography. I needed something for the letter “Y” and this is what I came up with, thanks to the little missy in the photo.
Walking down Main St. looking for ideas for photos, I was explaining to my friend how difficult the last part of the alphabet is for ideas.
She suggested walking a bit further down the street because she noticed something on a building that would work perfectly for the letter X.
It was a pleasant day for a quick walk and then back to the bar so I agreed.
There are several run-down buildings in my dying city, few of them are marked for demolition.
This building will not be standing much longer.
As I was leaving the dive bar, driving through the parking lot I passed by a lone beer bottle someone had set upright on the white line. The first thing that popped into my head was ….
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars almost overnight
Twice as sweet as sugar
Twice as bitter as salt
And if you get hooked, baby
It’s nobody else’s fault, so don’t do it! – “White Lines” by GRANDMASTER FLASH
A friend from the bar had shown me some photos of her favorite photographer, Todd Hido. I looked at some of his photos and completely fell in love with his work. Todd’s work speaks to me on an emotional & visual level.
When I seen the beer bottle standing there I stopped and took a picture. Of course I edited it to try to give it more of a dramatic look. Not nothing to write home about, but I’m happy with it. I like those photos that make a person question what they are looking at or why. What’s the story behind the bottle? I think I may continue with this type of photography (in my spare time, when I have any). Only if my eye catches these type of moments. I tend more often to miss opportunities than to capture them.
Inside the dive bar stands a vending machine that is always filled with cashews, M&Ms or Skittles. Only 25 cents for a small handful of snacks. I have never eaten anything out of this vending machine, but I have seen several patrons put their quarter in for a mouthful of snacks.
A very close childhood friend took me out to breakfast for my birthday. She’s really big into thrift store shopping, flea markets and charity shops. After breakfast she took me to a local Goodwill store to bum around.
I found this really cool umbrella. I had put it back, but picked it back up again because there was something about it that spoke to me.
Then I thought about it, I thought I could use it as a prop in future photos. I thought, damn. I haven’t done photos in forever! Need some new inspiration, I don’t want to say that Mr. Sam isn’t a good muse, but there feeling isn’t there like some of the others. That’s another story.