After a seemingly long year and plenty to bitch about I decided to just say that I have much to be thankful for and things to look forward to in the new year. My job is great and I have a car that is reliable and clothes on my back which is more than a great majority of people in the world have so i don't take those things lightly.
In the past month I was able to spend a considerable amount of time at my grandparents house just 1-1/2 hour northeast of where I live in the city. For the first time in a while, I was able to really harness a feeling of peace and tranquility while walking the many acres around the property. It really reminded me of the times my brother and I would hide from each other in rule-heavy, elaborate games of "hide-and-seek". Devising plans to assault the others make believe fortress that was really one of the dilapidated, outlying buildings around the property. We would ride our bikes along tractor paths through the woods all the way down to a rather large stream that would get damed-up by beavers every spring just to catch a glimpse of the rather destructive but entertaining critters. My brother, Shane, was not only my closest of blood but my best friend. We were only separated by 2 years but we grew up more like twins. After my mom and dad decided on a better life apart from one another, my brother and I became inseparable even through the vicious brotherly disagreements and rowdy slap-boxing sessions. His friends were mine and mine became his and the whole lot of us grew to epic proportions. Through avenues of mixed media, music, and art in it's many forms, we made life-long friends who can recall with incredible accuracy, the most ridiculous of happenstances. We got our hair cut at the same downtown barber shop every other weekend to escape the world around us for 2-3 hours while flipping through car magazines and boasting about which one to get as soon as you come into the money.
It has been 8 long years since he passed away in the month of October. I always feel nostalgic this time of year so that would explain this outpouring of thought. In the holidays past I always felt a little hollow and undone but this one felt different. It was replaced with smiles and thanks for the things my brother left behind for me to cherish. Photos are nice but I have complete movie reels of footage in my mind that are always "On-Demand" for my viewing purposes. He also presented the world with a very handsome son who, at times, stands before me as a pale simulacrum, reminding me of my brother with his mannerisms and quirks.
Thank you for taking the time to read this elongated thought - It ended up a bit longer than anticipated.
Happy New Year to you all & here are some pics of the farm and surrounding land along with a link to the rest.
Farm House Album <--- YOU CAN CLICK THIS ONE TO SEE MORE
In the past month I was able to spend a considerable amount of time at my grandparents house just 1-1/2 hour northeast of where I live in the city. For the first time in a while, I was able to really harness a feeling of peace and tranquility while walking the many acres around the property. It really reminded me of the times my brother and I would hide from each other in rule-heavy, elaborate games of "hide-and-seek". Devising plans to assault the others make believe fortress that was really one of the dilapidated, outlying buildings around the property. We would ride our bikes along tractor paths through the woods all the way down to a rather large stream that would get damed-up by beavers every spring just to catch a glimpse of the rather destructive but entertaining critters. My brother, Shane, was not only my closest of blood but my best friend. We were only separated by 2 years but we grew up more like twins. After my mom and dad decided on a better life apart from one another, my brother and I became inseparable even through the vicious brotherly disagreements and rowdy slap-boxing sessions. His friends were mine and mine became his and the whole lot of us grew to epic proportions. Through avenues of mixed media, music, and art in it's many forms, we made life-long friends who can recall with incredible accuracy, the most ridiculous of happenstances. We got our hair cut at the same downtown barber shop every other weekend to escape the world around us for 2-3 hours while flipping through car magazines and boasting about which one to get as soon as you come into the money.
It has been 8 long years since he passed away in the month of October. I always feel nostalgic this time of year so that would explain this outpouring of thought. In the holidays past I always felt a little hollow and undone but this one felt different. It was replaced with smiles and thanks for the things my brother left behind for me to cherish. Photos are nice but I have complete movie reels of footage in my mind that are always "On-Demand" for my viewing purposes. He also presented the world with a very handsome son who, at times, stands before me as a pale simulacrum, reminding me of my brother with his mannerisms and quirks.
Thank you for taking the time to read this elongated thought - It ended up a bit longer than anticipated.
Happy New Year to you all & here are some pics of the farm and surrounding land along with a link to the rest.
Farm House Album <--- YOU CAN CLICK THIS ONE TO SEE MORE
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On another note....the farm looks gorgeous and its nice to hear someone appreciate life, too little people do that nowdays