Old Soul

This blog doesn't really have one theme, like me it is completely random. Among other things I love good books, great movies, fast horses, and of course, photography, so that's probably what you will see.

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Can people be motivated?

Speaking of inspiration (and more specifically motivation) my Uncle believes that people can't be motivated by something or someone outside of them. He uses this reasoning, "Say I hold a gun to your head and I tell you to do this, the minute I take that gun away you're going to stop doing whatever I told you to do right? So did I actually motivate you in the long run? No."

I don't agree with him at all on this. I think that people can be motivated by something outside of themselves. People are motivated everyday by what they see and hear in the world around them.

What do you think?

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What inspires you?

If you want to know what inspires my photography... well I'm really not sure of that myself. Usually I just see something that I think looks cool so get my camera. Like my blog says, I am an old soul and I often find myself incorporating that into my pictures. Something about objects that have passed through generations of different people, fascinates me.

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Jasmine and her giraffe

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The Flag by Jessi Sivers

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Dust and Sheets by Jessi Sivers

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O Beautiful for Spacious Skies

For Amber Waves of Grain

For Purple Mountains Majesties

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The Trailer by Jessi Sivers

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Golden Arches by Jessi Sivers

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Watching a good movie, especially a funny one.

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It is easier to demolish a house than to build one.

African Proverb

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Wires by Jessi Sivers

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Dirt Roads by Jessi Sivers

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Where there is bending there will be rising up.

Swahili Proverb

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Kentucky Summer by Jessi Sivers

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Rose of Sharon

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"Ink Weaver" He is short and bent over From hours upon hours Of pouring over the old desk. He is gray with age And stubble dots his chin. Two eyes, Gray as the sea, Wise as an owl's, Pear out of his round grandfatherly face. He has spent his life at his writing desk, The glow of the fire warming the room, Writing, Writing, Writing. He has climbed mountains, Sailed seas, Fought dragons, Caught train robbers, Lived in hovels, Lived like Kings. He is a writer, A storyteller, A master of Words, A Weaver of Ink. He creates lives, Whole worlds From the Ink of his Pen. Long after he is gone His stories will remain, As Long as the Paper will cherish the Ink.

Ink Weaver by Jessi Sivers

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Every Rose has a Thorn by Jessi Sivers