the natural beauty of death, decompostion and regeneration...finding hope and beauty in all things, especially the mundane and the terribly dark...becoming more aware...
in general learning...science...electronics...woodcarving, drawing, and the art of making things move...the power of creation (not in any way in terms of "god")...especially when inspired by the everyday awes...
above all else, adventure...or the idea of adventure, since for the most part all my adventures are currently mentally bound...the thought that the giants causeway, angkor wat, and other extraordinary places exist...is almost enough.
the wonders of nature...and old things...and now.
the process of surrounding myself in a visual patchwork womb of history and science and art and thought, and then, continually and without fail, breaking out into it's endlessly vast emptiness...
visually capturing the process of thought and emotion, and using it to convey to others what i can not be speak or ties my tongue...
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some friends would be nice...not that i don't adore those i have...
they're all just a little to far away at the moment.
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