I take pictures almost every day. I have an iPhone, so it's not a stretch that I'll see something that catches my eye, or find cause to open the camera app and snap a photo. The problem is, so many of them are so mundane, without any artistic merit to them at all. For example, yesterday, I snapped some photos of damage done to the front bumper of a car for record-keeping purposes. The day before that, it was something else equally unimportant. Well, unimportant insofar as posting art here is concerned. I've tried, in the past, to post a picture a day, and those projects usually end up being quite boring, assuming I can follow through with them the whole way, but sometimes they can be fun, too. I'd like to say I plan on posting more photos more often, but the reality is that life is too busy, my time taken up by the race to work, sleep, eat, repeat that we all do every day to pay the bills.
Meh, whatever, I guess.
In other news, I bought a house. This has been the single biggest thing I've ever purchased. It's overwhelmingly huge, the amount of money I spent. The sum is so vast, to me, that I rarely think of it in total. I think of it as a monthly payment, one where I'm paying something off, but not as a whole. The entire process was so draining, but I think it'll be worth it after the adjustment period is over. Some things need fixing, others changing, and I need to get my pictures on the walls, but it's my house. Now, I just hope work doesn't decide to promote me to another city/state/country (though maybe that would be cool, too).
I need to dig out my camera, and find some people that'll let me take their pictures again. It's been too long. I'm out of practice (if I was ever in practice). I think I'll take some digital photography classes this year at the community college. Yes, I think that'll go a long way towards helping me out. I know I like to take photos at night (look at some of my latest shots), but I also know I could do better.
The moon rose so large in the sky the other night. I wish I could have captured it, it was as big as my fist (and I have large hands!) just hanging over the West Hills. It was beautiful, and it made me think of all those people I've loved and lost. The friends who are friends no longer, and never will be again. I hope they are all well. Sometimes I miss them.
I'm still losing weight. 72 pounds as of this morning. 72 pounds in 15 months. I'm okay with that. I haven't done anything drastic, just stopped eating so much fast food (I eat practically no fast food anymore) and stopped drinking all that damn soda pop (I drink very little, if any of that, either) and alcohol. I don't starve myself, and I do eat whatever I want, which is the key to losing weight, I think. I'm not on a diet, I've just changed my eating habits, and I'm losing weight. The best part is, every time the scale shows me down a pound, I get happy, like I've accomplished something.
Anyway, I've rambled all over the place here. I'm tired, but I don't think I can sleep. Too many thoughts swirling through me head. Good night!