Randomness

I don’t remember the name of the city where I took this photo. I just remember that I was about an hour into a 7 and a half hour journey through Texas, Louisiana, and Mississippi.  I remember passing through this small Texan town, and this building caught my eye; not sure why I liked it so much, but I had to take a photo.

Royal

Part of the Wordless Wednesday!

Pictures of You, Pictures of Me…

Back on 3 November, 2007 when I first created this blog after being inspired by a friend of mine.   I never knew I would still be doing it for so many years, it just never occurred to me.   I remember when I was still coming up with the concept for the Uncertain Horizon, I knew I wanted to include photos and make it different from any blog I have maintained in the past.   I wanted it to be personal, but I wanted to write about how the photos made me feel… and sometimes the photos make me feel completely different from what is actually in the photo, and in more recent times I have taken to some of the many “Day Meme’s” that exist, and have experimented with them.   I also know that from My very first post (3 November, 2007,) all the way to 26 January,2009 my photo’s mostly came from my Samsung Sync phone, and since then it has been maintained with my Sony Cybershot with a sprinkling of photos from my phones since.

 This photo was actually taken with my Blackberry Curve; it was of a small photo that I found on the road.   I think it really symbolizes the reason that this blog was centered around photos to begin with.   You see, when I was about 10 years of age I went to a flea market and found several family photo albums from an estate sale.   I had no idea who the people were, but I found it very interesting, these were moments in these people’s lives, moments captured forever.   However while it was very sad that a family lost these captured moments, I was inspired to capture my own moments, and from that moment on I loved photos intensely.   And while I have no idea how this small piece of a photo found it’s way onto the street, or who the people are in it… or who took it originally… I find it fascinating, and mesmerizing.

Born This Way

People look within themselves and look at others, and they see things that they do not like, but can not fix.  We then focus on these things, and it can become something we fixate on... and we no longer see the beauty that is there. To me, this is like looking at a rose and seeing nothing but the thorns, we never look past and accept what we don’t like.  These things make us different, and why we may not like what we see it makes us who we are.  We need to accept that we are born the way we are, and love ourselves and each other… and celebrate what makes us different. 

Hands

Hands are what make us unique, yes other creatures have them… but it is uncertain if they hold the same sentiments that humans place in them.   They symbolize so many things about us, we use them to grasp and hold onto things that mean so much to us.   We place in them the very characteristics of those we love… they become those we love and can be characters unto themselves.

Pine Trees

I was born in Jackson, Mississippi the largest city in the state, and by far probably the most rural capital or major city in any state.   In fact I have heard Jackson referred to as “the city in the woods,” because no matter where you are in the capital city, if you go to the top of the tallest buildings, you will see buildings poking out of the trees for miles.  

So needless to say trees make up a great portion of my world and why Mississippi does have a variety of trees, one species is more common than most others.   The Pine Tree is found throughout the state and has been a major source of industry in the area since Mississippi was a territory.   Pine trees are so imbedded in my mind that it seems alien when I am in a place where these trees are not found. 

For a Glance into the world of Others, Visit the My World Tuesday Page! 

Water

I’m always drawn to water; I guess it must be a family trait.   My mother and her father going back generations have always been found near water in some shape or form.  I see this trait being passed along to my nephew as well, I wonder if it is a learned trait or genetic.

I always find lakes, rivers and streams no matter where I visit, and Lake Waterloo was one of the more recent finds during my visit to Texas.  Half of the Lake is manicured and almost looks like a golf course water trap; the other half is wooded, wild, and beautiful.   I preferred the wild part, with the beautiful rocks, and trees… as well as the occasional snake swimming amongst the waves.

Reflective Witness

Places of tranquility often lead to inspiration, this is a rule that I believe many people neglect to follow.   Here in Mississippi, just a bit north of Jackson on the

Natchez Trace Parkway

lies what was once a part of the Pearl River.   It is marked as a point of interest, not a historical place as most others are, it is the Cypress Swamp.  The Pearl river changed its course thousands of years ago, leaving behind a swamp where it once flowed.  Over thousands of years Cypress trees majestically grew tall and overtook the swamp, creating a quiet breathtaking place of reflection.  I thought of many things as I explored this amazing place, one thing that grabbed my attention were the size of some of the cypress trees, and the knowledge that they could have bore witness to the first explorers to the region, and to the way of life hundreds of years before Europeans discovered this continent... and yet they are alive, to bear witness to me.     Small in the scheme of things.