Category Archives: Walking

Summer Thoughts and Dreams: July 2010

Journal Entry: 7/2 Human contact has always been a mixed experience for me. I am often left with the feeling that I should’ve done something differently or I should be different somehow. At my last job I came as close … Continue reading →

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The Next 3 Years

I am getting a jump on the whole New Year’s resolution thing as I am finished with my classes, and I have some time to think about it. I looked at my 101 in 1001 list and decided that most … Continue reading →

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Growing Art

Multidimensional Object This piece has been growing out of me this week. I am pretty sure it is mature and ready to move out into the world. Trees I took my camera and my canine friend, Charley, for a walk … Continue reading →

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Some Sunny Day Thoughts

I am writing this in the staff break room on my lunch break. This is the first post I have done from work. After I am done with this I will take a walk. The day is fine and crisp and blue … Continue reading →

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Century #3: Clouds

August 4, 1991  the short war was over. Derek came to the city. The city was clicking and buzzing with raw, nervy energy. Even though he was no good at playing the games that lead to advancement, his skill with … Continue reading →

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