#afternoonramble

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Hard Times Ranch Rd. #hardtimesranch #northforkcalifornia #afternoonramble (at North Fork, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoqnY5HLTtv_Y5f1DbYzkaquiFXuUWhc02A23E0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Afternoon ramble, Road 222. #ruralroadsrock #road222 #afternoonramble #californiagrown (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWwxs7glUmOPheZlRohIJCothd-HkpmPaWHqpw0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Miller’s Landing / Bass Lake, CA #millerslandingbasslake #basslakecalifornia #sierranationalforest #afternoonramble (at Miller's Landing Bass Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKDPAhHghVTZ7SynmB5cV5Uf5z5zvhZm_xeTuY0/?igshid=6s0a2rvr72i4

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Enjoying an afternoon cruise around Bass Lake in my vintage Dodge D100. #basslakecalifornia #sierranationalforest #dodged100pickup #doubleyellow #afternoonramble (at Bass Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDmBSMkgzcT05PWVHuDftR44-iUwZ9FkgQirN40/?igshid=lyp5plqly9ad

[thesamiracle]

The Value of Memory:

I some times think about what people will say about me after my soul leaves my body. I'd hope they'd talk about my positive encounters more frequently than my negative. I mean I make small talk with anyone that even slightly probes my curiosity. It could be the kid on the subway that can't pronounce the letter R correctly yet or it could be the homeless man outside of union station that decorated his street corner like a bedroom. I give away my compliments as quickly as I receive them and I always hold the door open for the person behind me. I express my appreciation to every artist I'm granted the pleasure to meet and if not in the flesh I always give their work at least five minutes of for my time for purposes which far surpass admiration alone. I try to find the good in people and even when I'm upset, I'll try to find the reason that I shouldn't take seemingly negative interactions personally. I'm guilty for holding my tongue when I feel like I've been done wrong, but I don't enjoy the person I become when I speak out of anger. I'm hard on myself because I'm excited to meet the better me, which I somehow I feel becomes more real with each passing minute. My thoughts impress me, so I feel it only fair to share them with everyone I can, much like you'd tell a friend a funny or truly inspiring story. My depth is the reason I trust that I will always find a way to understand each individual situation as they come. I write because it is the window to my soul and I love because I was not created to hate. Now I could go on and on forever and tell people all the little things that they don't make an effort to know about me or I could just hope that somehow collectively they already do and that I will be remembered in that way. As a matter of fact I don't think the tragedy lies in death itself. I think it is feeling that your memory might not be as wonderful as you hoped it would be and knowing you could never change it. 

[everythingsheseas]

I don't even like Cigarettes.

I slept way too late this morning-or afternoon rather. then I drank way too much coffee and danced around the house half-naked. Crazy and happily free.

 Boy, it feels good to be alone. 

I went out in the car, talked to an old friend, made a wrong turn..or a few wrong turns and wound up at a dead end. 

Only, it wasn’t really a dead end because where the road ended, it began at a body of water. A beautiful Blue body of water- painted with splashes of Greens, and the after noon sky Blues reflecting. Reeds happily dancing in the March northeast winds.  It was a “perfect” sight to stumble upon. 

And then for no reason at all, I lit a cigarette. 

My first rolled cigarette in months- since walking around empty new 4 A.M. European city streets. 

And as my head started to continuously become lighter and lighter up into space, I fell back into that daze. 

I put it out after finishing less then half of it. Then I threw it in a trash can and drove away. 

Minutes later I almost lost my debit card. 

I don’t know why i felt the urge to smoke that cigarette. But for some reason I started thinking it would help with my creative thoughts. Specifically, my writing, or lack there of. Im not sure it actually will..probably not. 

That was just a silly concept..an excuse. 

And I can honestly say that my mind is now racing a few hundred miles faster then it already was. 

Even after all that coffee.

 At least the tobacco was organic.