I'm coming to terms with that. I'm coming to terms with the drive to "say" anything, that my views whether through a camera lens or through my mind are simply a grain of sand. It's easy, I suppose to think in a more myopic manner, to believe that one's point of view has some kind of importance in the larger scheme of things. I see it all the time when I read posts of swingin' knitters, political pundits and what not. But lately I'm more in the way of enduring and attempting to appreciate, rather than trying to generate communication. Maybe it's a symptom of my immediate environment, which includes animals who need a lot of maintenance, a husband who isn't interested in much of anything beyond himself and the kids, same. I've come to believe that virtually everything has been seen or read or thought of before, so my position is to enjoy what does come before me if I can.
Today I'm thankful for:
Garbage Service
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