Borrowing

    It's been a tough week and I'm afraid the challenge has become bigger then me. Why I can't just rant and rave with simple irate phrases like, "I'm getting really tired of all this %#$&," I don't know.
       Instead I'd rather let myself ramble and it would come out like a riddle something to the effect of........Something tells me I've been here before, it doesn't mean I can approve, I could scream, because I wanted too, but something tells me I've been here before. All I can see is what I fight, why won't what I fight, let me be. I know what I have to do, to make it real. Something tells me I've been here before..........

So, rather then lose myself in another "moment" of expose' ........I'd rather lose myself in something a friend gave me in a card a while ago. When all else fails, borrow someone else's goods.........
                                    

Problems of Interpretation
Of the Natural Scene
The world of stone and space
and sky of simple
growing things of antiquities of man
and the antiquities of nature reveals to all
people the patterns of eternity.
He who knows the jubilance of mornings and the quietness
of dusk, the flash of waters in the sun,
the solemnity of storm, the rigor of the sky
and the endurance of the arid lands attends the rituals of spring,
the living fires of autumn, the quietness of winter and becomes one with the world
Ansel Adams

       Ansel Adams photography. What mere words could compete. I won't even try. But within the branches of this tree I see myself right now. Frozen, resting, waiting for the revival of spring, the touch of sun, new beginnings and growth.
       I took a drive today, for when all else fails and one needs to hide, freeze to death fishing, or drive to a Mountain top, music blaring as loud as my stock stereo can be pushed. Today I choose the drive. I think I found a song I would like to write my timeline  too. That piano song I'd like to set the tone with, if only I could compose, I wrote of earlier.........So again, when all else fails, I'll  borrow the likes of another. David Lanz, Cristofori's Dream, it's perfect.  It has the perfect blend of ebb and flow, circles around inside itself, calm moments, dramatic strokes of the keys, almost silent pauses and then bursts of musical notes ending with a soft finale I only hope my end will be.......perfection.