trains of thought

so i found out yesterday that my little sister keeps a 70 year old picture of my grandfather and great uncle sitting on a stone fence in her journal. i had never met my paternal grandfather, he died when my father was a young boy, and yesterday marked the first time i had ever seen a picture of him

maybe i think too much
i have a lot to think about

we are overdue for a change of seasons, crisp weather this week reminded me of autumn and created an even bigger longing for september, sweet september

god bless this man and his family

never once in my life have i had to deal with the serious injury or illness to someone i've been close too until this week

its a strange feeling

get better soon buddy

god bless america

in other news, my blackberry works again, expect mega-photoblog updates very soon

"the joy of baseball is that the season stretches out over a long period of time, and they play every night. That's what separates the game from other games. Shit's poetic, holmes. Baseball is poetic. It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone."

oh hey

"The world is about to end in 2012… ’cause the Mayans made calendars, and they stop at 2012. I got encyclopedias on the bus. The world is about to end as we know it. You can see it already. A planet doesn't exist - there's no more Pluto. Planes are flying into buildings - and not just the Twin Towers. Mosquitos bite you and you die. And a black man and a woman are running for president."

- lil wayne

so i'm forced to put my photoblog on hiatus for a month or two as the camera on my cellphone started acting wonky the other day and won't take any pictures, i hope i get to pick it back up again soon i really liked maintaining it. i have a few pictures on there now that i will attempt to upload soon