Behind the Closed Door

What grand dreams one can have. The unthinkable, thinkable. The impossable, only slightly askew. Nothing less than excess, Beauty in as much rabidity as bearable, or terrors unyealding. To Dream, To Dream........to escape, to cross the threashold of the habitation of the human condition. To see and experiance all manner of ambitions. To escape intact in a moment, or tear asunder. These are dreams, these are the thoughts of demons, the salvation and rescue of Angles.

The Invisable Man

The Deed is done, the application that would endevor to bring some little change to this solitary life has been done. In an attempt to wreak away from the boredom of Paradise, the continual explosions of change and unending splendor. One can only absorb so much before there is a feeling of drowning in an unstoppable and undigestable universe of nature and beauty. One must at some time change the perspective from which one views, before the picture has time to run. The jaded thoughts of one in paradise needs refreshing as time goes by. So in a missing of the beauty of mountainous regions, I have arrived at a solution which is hoped to aleviate the effects of this conformity, this lack of apreciation. Hopefully a trip to Yellowstone will bring new wonders, yet unseen, a new meal to feast upon. Spring will give rise to an new unfolding of the wonders of nature, the Awe of the slowly but everchanging Volcano known as Yellowstone

Cali-fornia

I believe California will be my next blog. Having lived there most of my life with a brief stint in Utah and a couple summers in Alaska, I'm well prepared to be subjective of the mess its in today. however time restraints will make it a topic for tomorrow.