The mid-week barrier that we love to cross. The hurdle that lets us see the finish line. Ah yes, and the WEEKEND. The days I don’t have to log 100 miles back and forth to the job. While not a huge distance it wears on you over the years and decades. And I enjoy driving, but I don’t enjoy that ride much anymore. Some early mornings maybe. Somewhere between the bars closing and the morning drunks getting back out on the road before daybreak is occasionally nice.
I’m so ready for a weekend and getting some time to do some shooting (photography) and some writing. But also some family time and a chance to see my best friends which is long overdue to illness. Going to see if the group would like to take in the auto show again. Been a few years since we have stopped by and seen the new rides. And a few old classics they sprinkle in around the manufactures.
A classic Tail
Photo by Mike Hartley
Random Thoughts of the Day
Many props to Sen Jeff Flake and Sen John McCain for their support of a free press in our democracy and against the attacks against it. Yes no man or media organization isn’t without fault from time to time. But a government that perceives itself without fault or only their way or the highway, is delusional in itself.
I had someone take an interest in my growth professionally and it felt great to have that come about again.
I’m trying to get excited about learning again. Never stopped being excited about it but have to start doing it more again. I used to have a much better pace at it.
We might just survive. Only time will tell.
Saw a group I liked had the 40th anniversary of an album they released long ago that seems to have some observations that might apply to today.
Rush – A Farewell to Kings.
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can’t we find
The minds that made us strong?
Oh can’t we learn
To feel what’s right and what’s wrong? What’s wrong
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Whoa can’t we raise our eyes
And make a start?
Can’t we find the minds
To lead us closer to the heart?
