Late night at the breakfast table

I was looking around today while eating breakfast at Dessi’s Cafe and was really seeing the people around me.  I usually see the people but from a photographers viewpoint.  I only see light, color and gesture.  Today, without really realizing it, I was looking at style.  When it sank in what I was doing I really began to look and noticed something interesting.  There seems to be a slow degradation of style as we grow older.  It was very clear to me looking around that small cafe.  I could see the drift.  The younger people were so much...  Cooler.  They had a way of expressing themselves both verbally and physically that really spoke in volumes.  They didn’t care about comfort or convenience, they cared about...  I don’t even know.  Maybe they don’t either.  Maybe style is subconscious.  But why does it erode as we age?  Is it because we don’t care anymore?  We prefer comfort and convenience in our clothing?  Is it because we  want to speak clearly and in doing so avoid the cool slang terms that we know will make us sound ridiculous?  Does style elude us because we are unable to keep up?  I honestly don’t know.  But now that I have discovered it I plan to keep my eye out for it.  Maybe turn it into a photographic series.  Whatever the case may be I will sit here watching - on the curb.

I didn't take this picture but I really felt it fit the post.  I hope you do too.

Once more down the rabbit hole

It’s been a long strange trip, to quote the Grateful Dead, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon. Craziness, chaos and the curb. But then I look at Onyx, my little dog and one of my best friends, and think that she has got life dialed. I mean look at her in this picture. She is the soul of serenity. I really need to take some lessons from her. Try to emulate her (minus the whole eat bird poop part) and learn to relax even when life is once again showing you to the curb.

When we watch TV together she is so content to just curl up in my lap.
When someone comes to the door she just wiggles with joy even if she just saw them 20 minutes ago.
When I put food out for her she is ecstatic, even if she has had the same thing day after day.
She doesn’t want a new toy; she loves the ratty one she has always played with
She is happy.

I know there have been numerous things like this in the past but this, to me, is a real life comparison. When I read those things like “All I need to know I learned in kindergarten” it just doesn’t sink in as well, I can’t relate. I am sorry if this posting isn’t to your taste, I really am, but, you can’t kick me to the curb, I am already there.

Just thrashing on the surface

The modern age of computing and technology is disconcerting. I’m not sure if it is good or bad. It is what it is but it certainly has affected our society. It moves so fast. Don’t get me wrong, I like fast, but this is getting a little out of hand. Data is needed at supersonic speeds. We need instant gratification on a level never dreamed of 20 years ago. The problem is we can no longer really focus. Data is being pumped into our brains so fast its frying our brain cells like popcorn. We need short bursts of data or we can’t function. Anything longer than 7 seconds and we lose interest. Vast seas of data with no depth.