Clouds @ MindSay

Just a random photograph I took a day or two ago.

Here are some pictures I have taken over the last 4 years all from around where I live.

 

I think I may post a lot more as the days go by

 

I have over ten thousand pictures, I love taking them, guess it is a hobby of mine.

 

By the way too, lots of the older pictures where taken with the first digital camera I owned, a 2MP Kodak DC3400, and I still love this camera. I have a much newer camera but I don't know of anyone's camrea that gets the vivid colors like this old camera does, even if it weighs like 5 pound! Or it feels that heavy, but really I have no problem blowing the original photographs to 8x10 or even larger, such a great old camera. It wasn't cheap either, brand new it was the most expensive camera I have! It was $299 when it was new, crazy really.

our mind playing tricks and putting together some strange drama in our sleeps for its own amusement. Sometimes though, they're not. Sometimes they're more. Mine always are. I warned of a tornado once. I was just a little girl so no one believed me, and even though Mamma thought there might be something to it... She was killed by it just the same. Her soul was taken right up into heaven, right up into the clouds. Her body was dropped right back down though. And my Daddy, I dreamed of water the night before our wagon turned over on him as he tried to cross Logan's Creek... in the deep part. Not all are sad though... I dreamed of a young man with a fire in his eyes and a fine will to live. Couldn't make out his face, but the very next day I was introduced to my own Tyler and I knew right then that we had met in my dreams, and that he was the one mint for me. And he was. Those dreams I understood. My dreams now, I don't. Four nights... all in a row. Same one, I'm just flying... through the clouds lightening in the distance but I can feel it shooting through me... floating through clouds full of water, but none of it would fall... and I reach out into the clouds but all I come away with is dust. Don't know what to make that. At least I hope I don't. Then... the clouds... they turn to steam. On my face I can feel it... and the rumble of a locomotive engine throughout my body, and this rumble shakes me so hard it leaves a whole where my heart should be... but there's nothing there now... my insides are all gone. The train whistle sounds like a scream... and there's something familiar about it...


GOD I LOVE THE PLAY THE ORPHAN TRAIN

It's a cloudy day and it looks like rain. I have to go to town and I hope I can stay dry. Traffic here is terrible and I hope I can stay safe.

Sorry, just felt like rambling.

I was in a large empty room talking to a psychiatrist who eventually turned into Chelsea Grammar. He was reading my own self-analysis that I had written and then started talking about baseball which he seemed to think had some indirect relevance to something I had written; he started re-enacting exciting baseball moments and games he had been to and even got baseball players to come into the room to talk to me. He was very passionate about it. I wasn't listening because I had no interest in baseball and sensed that he had completely gotten off point he was trying to make and wasn't helping me, but just expressing his obsession with baseball. I looked out the window and the clouds scared me. They were in the shapes of things; not the "suggestions" of shapes that clouds usually were, but perfect imitations of those things with perfect details and proportions; and not just one or two clouds, but all the clouds. I found the clouds exciting but also terrifying. I considered mentioning this to Chelsea Grammar but wasn't sure if he would see them, too, or if it meant I was insane. I think I eventually did but he didn't see anything wrong, but I didn't know if it was because I was the only one who could see the shapes (because I was insane) or if he thought that clouds were supposed to look that way.

Then that room ended and I was running away from the clouds. I started outside on a stadium where I could see the clouds that were in the shapes of things, and I ran down these stairs and kept running further and further down, I wanted to go as underground as possible with no windows at all so I wouldn't have to look at the terrifying clouds. As I was running down, I was passing people who were going up and I kept trying to warn them, to convince them to go down, to keep away from the horrible clouds, but they wouldn't listen to me, they didn't see anything wrong with the clouds.