Friday, February 28, 2014

Love signs.

I missed my normal train for work and would have to hustle to make it on time.

Once I reached downtown I started to jog. It's over a mile from the train station to the crafts store I work at.

A handsome, gay couple was sightseeing along Michigan Avenue. Seeing what I don't have depresses me so I pressed on.

A couple blocks later I saw a miniature rose strewn on the sidewalk.

So out of place for it!

I dashed by but stopped several feet away to look at it again.

Dean, you're going to be late, I said to myself.

I ran back and took the frozen bloom with me.

At the halfway point of my trek, I came across the word "love" written just off an alleyway.

Dean, you're going to be late, I said.

But I had to capture it with my camera.

To me, February is synonymous with love, especially since Valentine's Day is its main star.

Even though it's something I long to have, it was nice glimpsing signs of love before the month officially ends.

Oh, and I was three minutes late for work this morning.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Watching artwork being made.

While waiting at the Van Buren train station earlier in the week, I was drawn to the mesh that lined the bridge directly overhead. Its bright orange popped against the solid blue backdrop.

And then I noticed those two colors repeated on the Metra train just below it.

It's been a relentless winter and it was wonderful getting a break from it this particular day.

Melting snow rained down from rusted beams, sunlight warmed everything in its sight, all under a sky so cerulean it could touch your soul.

Creativity and possibility seemed to be stirring among all those unrelated elements...almost like watching artwork being made.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

My dull life!

What's new? Do anything interesting on your day off? How was your weekend?

These are things I'm asked by my coworkers on a weekly basis.

My replies are always the same:

Nothing much. I vacuumed and watered my houseplants. Had to work at the crafts store this weekend.

My vacuum. Apparently it'll never lose suction.

The months seem to fly by but that's because I'm always doing the exact routine week after week.

How wonderful it would be to travel (often), meet new people, do exciting things.

My life is so boring but I don't know how to change it.

I don't really have friends outside the workplace anymore and seeing movies by yourself and going to art exhibits alone gets redundant...and depressing.

In a perfect world, I'd see the globe, create art all the time, and no two days would be alike.

Some say quiet, uneventful days are a good thing, and they are--just not when it's like that ALL the time.

I think that's one reason why I've always been attracted to comic books and fiction. There's always an adventure happening on those pages.

With that said, this weekend I worked at the crafts store, rented a movie for home, vacuumed, and watered my houseplants.


Saturday, February 1, 2014

Anal action! Cocaine! Gay muscle men! Violent sex!


This blogpost doesn't contain any of the things in the title. 

It was just really exciting for me to write.

Here's an image of Winnie the Pooh with a butterfly instead.