Chandler Day 150: Empty Pillow

DSC03594It’s interesting how a queen size bed once seemed just right for me and now it’s too big. It now feels empty when I lay in it and the pillow next to mine is empty. When her head isn’t resting on it. It feels empty when I don’t feel her next to me. We’ll be apart a lot this summer with work and her being an hour away.  It’s weird how about six months ago it was hard to share a bed with her and now it’s beginning to be odd if we aren’t in the same bed. So tonight I fall asleep with the pillow next to me empty, wishing it wasn’t.

Chandler Day 149: Storms Are Coming

DSC03568This week has been a week of supposed storms, that haven’t turned up. I always used to hate storms, but now I kind of like them. Today I wished it would have stormed. I heard thunder, but it never rained. But it was okay, me and Hannah treated it like a rainy day anyway. We both had the day off and we relaxed watching TV, making pancakes, cleaning, reading and watching movies. It was a good day and good time spent together.

Chandler Day 148: State Road 39

DSC03587A quick shot out of the window of my speeding car, as it flew down S.R. 39. I’ve driven this road a million times. Always headed towards Danville. It can be a long drive from wherever I’m staying and it can be boring, but it’s always worth it when I reach the destination and the person that’s waiting for me at the end. Tonight Hannah drove though, and I got to be a passenger for once. So I got to shoot and scenes that I had seen a million times became interesting. Like this fence line that is along the county line between Boone and Hendricks.

Chandler Day 147: Ink & Paper

DSC03588I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I  like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”

Brandy Day141: Don’t Take What You Don’t Need….

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A change in the weather.  Some gnarly clouds rolled through tonight. Thunderstorms remind me of so much. I love the smell of rain, the roll of thunder, the surprise of lightning, the ominous look the clouds hold and the breathe taking sky it creates after the madness. It is all simply so easing and beautiful.
Every year deadly storms rip through small towns or big cities. Lives are randomly chosen and lost. For those, we remember.
Shot over Giest Reservoir after the storm.

Brandy Day140: Ben…..He’s My Cat

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Oh Ben…..he’s so handsome. Yet a pain in the ass. I love him so much as I adopted him almost a year after Jordan passed, on Jordan’s first birthday without us.
His name was Desoto at the Humane Society. I changed it to Ben for unknown reasons, though I have to clarify Ben is my cat and NOT a guy when telling stories.  He had been there for a bit prior to me adopting him. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into. They say ‘all black’ cats have the most personality. Truth. He goes out with the dogs. He’s as smart as a human and knows it. When people come to my house I have to warn them about my cat, not the two dogs. All in all though he is great and I couldn’t imagine not having his punk-ness around.

Brandy Day139: You Can’t Run From Your Own Story

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‘It took awhile for her to figure out that she could run, but when she did she was gone, long gone, long gone.’
I’ve always been pretty good at running. Figuratively and literally. Perhaps that’s why I love sunsets so much. It signifies an end. A new start, just hours away. A chance to run and start over.
Not all running is bad. I know that your ‘problems’ will follow no matter where you end up. However, sometimes leaving what is comfortable is the only way to find out what your limits are.
The quote I started with is from the song by Keith Urban, Stupid Boy.

If you want a happy ending, it depends on where you stop the story.

Brandy Day138: Boo Bear

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This is Alex. We met working together. I managed and he was the sous chef.  Three years later we have a great friendship. We’ve spent many nights cruising the country side, waffle house, nicknames, cat bites, laughter, hugs & a bond that time can only enhance.
I’m not sure how the name ‘boo bear’ came about but it stuck. So much so that other co workers began calling him by this.
Boo bear is the type of person who would do anything for anyone, people like that are hard to find these days. No matter what we always manage to have so much fun together!
Thank you for being such a great friend. A true friend. Thank you for always being there. Though….admit it, my way of doing asparagus on the grill is pretty amazing 😉 Love You Boo Bear!!
Shot on one of those amazing Waffle House nights.

Chandler Day 146: What Catches My Eye

DSC03562Another roadside shot that caught my eye. I was driving home, on a road I’ve driven a million times past a field I’ve see a million times. It has never been special to me. Just another field, like all the rest. And then for some reason, it caught my eye. It was the light or the clouds or something. I don’t know. It just stuck out for once. I had to stop and snap a shot. Even as I look at it now, it seems ordinary but there is something a little more in it for some reason.

Shot in Hamilton County

Chandler Day 145: Pointless Little Beauties

DSC03557I kept seeing these flowers along side the road, and they caught my eye every time. I had to get a picture of them. I love roadside flowers. They just grow wherever they please and for no apparent reason. No one planted them. No one tends them. Some may even think of them as weeds. But they’re beautiful. They decorate the roads we’ve built, making something that was rather ugly into something pretty. I like that these flowers are pointless. They just show that some things that are pointless and random have some worth and value.