bluz2nz
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Hey thanks for dropping by,
I’m glad to be meeting a great bunch of folks here.
I write down some of the stuff that dribbles out of my head & post it here. Most is forgotten & lost the next moment…... I don’t have an extended education so I appologize in advance for my writing wrongs.
My beloved OM 1 & life-long collection of lenses was lost to a burglery last year so I have been bummed about my photos but I do have several suitcases of stuff spanning the last 30 years that I will begin to scan & post as the mood strikes me.
I guess this is my opportunity to delve deeper into the world on digital photogaphy…. I have a couple of inexpensive ones I’m playing with now & welcome any sugestions for a good camera & software.
At any rate drop me a line or comment I’ll be glad to hear from you! ........ Don
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bluz2nz is a member of 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, Biker Art, Fungilicious and Pentacle Passions.
Journal Entries
Wow the block is down!!!
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Hi Ya'all
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Hello everyone!
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Art
Writing
~ M' Lady ~
M’ Lady… With eyes as deep as the sea it’s self. / You came to me, as I lay to rest, like a warm summer rain and washed my soul. / .
Dream the four winds
Dream the four winds, the earth and sky. / Let my mind wander through days gone by. / To ride over the prairie and carry a lance. / In victory around fire, with the men dance.
~You Greedy Bastards~
Accounts offshore filled with my ozone. / You’ll be long gone before your sins are atoned….... / YOU GREEDY BASTARDS~ / YOU GREEDY BASTARDS…....... /
The Old and The Eager
The Old and The Eager / Eager: if you were going back in time to do battle would you take a broadsword, or a samara sword? / Old: I’d take a machine gun. / Eager: where is the honor in that? / O…
The Castle of My Soul
Stone, moats and mortar, ageless towers and ramparts guard my soul. / Wind howls through the pillars as stormy nights blow by. / Countless nights the waning, waxing moon falls upon the courtyard to li…
The Boatman's Oars
Voices in my head are winning, chiming together a thousand scattered souls. / The walls are all torn down, now all that remains are the doors. / Faces on the other side are smiling, I hear the boatman…
