Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #880 – You got to find your path!

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I am having fun working in my Kelly Rae Roberts e-course on mixed media and collages. I still have not really dove into the mixed media part of the class. Some of it is fear and some of it is just the comfort of working in a familiar tool: Photoshop. Plus it gives me a venue to see some of my old images in a new way. Or hell, maybe it is just being lazy. Anyhow, my latest effort was done just for fun. Plus I got to discover and read a little of J Cole.  Not someone I had ever known and works in a genre that I would not normally put my ear to. Warning, not all his lyrics are this calm and nice.

monos en theos ††† james work

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #860 – OUR HANDS

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I have always been aware of my hands. From an early age as I viewed my hands outstretched in front of me, I somehow felt that the image of my hands would always be there. That one would be able to frame the present through those same hands and measure the passage of time by seeing the change upon the frame.

My hands now carry the scars and memories of my life. As do most everyones. I have always heard that the eyes are the window to our soul, but I believe the hands expose a more detailed view of our story.

My hands are stiffening with age. They carry the pain of arthritis. Having never thrown a punch in my life, I still somehow question how I could even have the grip to toss a baseball, much less a punch.

Deadheading flowers in the garden is about as tough a foe as I deal with.

It is a marvel to find details of life within the wrinkles of time.

What story do your hands tell?…monos en theos…†…jim


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“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt,and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.”

John Steinbeck 

Dont be afraid of direct eye contact, you just might see into the soul of another . en theos †† jim

Photos on the journey #458


Toby Mac – Lose My Soul

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        Father God, I am clay in your hands
        ’Cause they chip, and they nag, and they pull at me
        And every little thing I make up my mind to be
        Like I’m a be a daddy whose in the mix
        And I’m a be a husband who stays legit
        And I pray that I’m an artist who rises above
        The road that is wide and filled with self love
        Everything that I see draws me
        Though it’s only in you that I can truly see that it’s a feast for the eyes
        A low-blow to purpose
        And I’m a little kid at a three-ring circus
        I don’t want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
        (Don’t wanna walk away, let me hear the people say)
        (repeat 1x)
        (Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic, sir)

(Kirk Franklin rap)

        Check it out
        The paparazzi flashes, and they think think that it’s you
        But they don’t know that who you are is not what you do
        True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts
        Yo, before we part from the start
        Where’s your heart?
        You a pimp? Hustler?
        Tell me what’s your title?
        America has no more stars, now we call them idols
        You sit idle while we teach prosperity
        The first thing to prosper should be inside of me
        (We’re free!)
        Not because of 22s on the range
        But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed
        Not the same, even though I made a fall
        Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I’m Paul
        Ah to turn from the gains of this world, to be a Paul not a Saul…..sweet ††† peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence