Here's a little bit of what's been going on with my photography this year. 

Currently Reading:
A Beautiful Anarchy - When the Life Creative Becomes the Life Created by David DuChemin

Upcoming and Past Events

Upcoming
Oct 7-8 2017 Sat/Sun - Medicine Park Art Walk & Flute Fest, Medicine Park, OK
Oct 13, 2017 Friday - 50 Penn Place Opening Night, OKC, OK
Oct 21, 2017 Saturday - Edmond Art Assn Fall Show and Sell, Edmond, OK
December 1, 2017 Friday - First Friday in the Paseo @ Prairie Arts Collective OKC, OK

Recent Past
Sept 8, 2017 Friday - 50 Penn Place Opening Night, OKC, OK
August 11, 2017 Friday - 50 Penn Place Opening Night, OKC, OK
July 14, 2017 Friday - 50 Penn Place Opening Night, OKC, OK
June 24th, 2017 Saturday - 3rd Annual ArtWalk Duncan, Duncan, OK
May 13, 2017 Saturday -  Edmond Art Assn. Spring Show and Sell, Edmond, OK
May 5-7, 2017 Weekend - Downtown Edmond Arts Festival, Edmond, OK
April 7, 2017 Friday - "Bloom" - First Friday in the Paseo @ Prairie Arts Collective, OKC, OK
March 4, 2017 Saturday- Ignite Arts Festival @ Harding Fine Arts Academy, OKC, OK
February 10, 2017 Friday- 50 Penn Place Opening Night, OKC, OK
February 3, 2017 Friday- Paseo Arts Assn. Members Show , OKC, OK
November 5, 2016 Saturday- Edmond Art Assn Fall Show and Sell, Edmond, OK

Awards
People's Choice  - Artwork Duncan 2017
Honorable Mention - Edmond Art Assn. - 2017 Spring Show and Sell
Artist's Choice - Edmond Art Assn. - 2017 Spring Show and Sell
Merit Award - Edmond art Assn. - 2016 Fall Show and Sell

Today I was looking though some of my old notebooks and found one of my old scribblings. I use to write for myself, often by candle light while smoke rings from fresh incense wafted by. I really want to get back into journeying with the pen. I did not date this one like I did most of my other entries but it was either late 2004 or very early 2005. Enjoy.


I walk through the smoky spirals,
through the gates of time.
I see the wood and field.
I see the steam fall
gently down the stony bed.
A deer on the opposite bank
looks up and turns for me
to follow. I leap across the
brook to find myself in a 
different place. The doe
just ahead, I walk the path
'til I come to an ancient
grove of oak. Into the thick
I follow. The birds keep an eye
on  for I hear them talk.
The narrow trail seems to go
for miles. A clearing. An open
field but forest on all boundaries.
In the center stands a lone
yew. The doe stands there
next to a tall figure. He waits
for me to approach then invites
me to enter, The Tree of Life.

   Hello again. I finally sat down for a minute last night. This was my first time to just sit with my own thoughts since early June. It seems I have been so deep in a hole of thoughts and emotions that were out of control and not even my own, that I had forgotten about this blog and a lot of other things. In this post, we walk through death and beauty.

Listening to "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.
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