Fun in the Sun
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So here I am on this nice, fine day, when I should be working while I'm at work, but I'm going to type a blog instead. The view from my window is amazing: rolling hills, clear blue sky, a woodchuck about 100 yards away on the freshly mowed grass. Outside is where I want to be. I'd like to be outside of my house right now swinging in a hammock, listening to the radio, maybe a little Country, soaking up the sun. Maybe I'd be sipping on a pale ale, preferably Sam Adams, while I was at it.
Earlier this morning I put on my only pair of rollerblades, made by Salomon, which I bought back in 1999 when I was a senior in high school; back when I used to play a lot of street hockey with my friends. I decided to take them for a little spin. I went on some back streets, up and down some hills. The wind felt incredible as I accelerated down the hills and I even got a little adrenaline rush from it all.
I went along a quiet road that ran between a river and a forest, and I saw some fish coming up to the surface, making ripples in the water, and thought that I'll go fly fishing there come Sunday for sure. I skated around a bit more and headed back home to get ready for work. I jokingly thought maybe it wasn't too late to call in sick and enjoy the rest of the day off, but I could never do a thing like that. Well, maybe if I was a bit younger and didn't have so many responsibilities.
Matter of fact, I'd like to pack my family up and move somewhere where the weather was nicer year round, maybe some place like Virginia or North Carolina. New York winters can be a bitch. I've had about enough them, being cooped up inside all winter can drive a guy like me insane, like having cabin fever. But, I do like winters too, I can't lie. Playing in the snow with the kids is fun; building snow forts and sled riding. It also gives me time to do one of my other passions in life: Art.
There's something meaningful in being able to capture a part of a person's soul with a piece of paper and a pencil. If you can capture that spark in their eyes, that livelihood, you've done it. It's what makes people who they are. Now, I do it the old-fashioned way, but most other people do it with a camera. But I like going against the grain, showing the world that there are still people around that value the individual enough to sit and draw one for hours on end in this over-technologized, mechanical society we live in today.
Nothing touches me more than when someone asks me to do a portrait for them so they can gift it to a loved one and they tell me that the person who received the gift cried. That's happened to me once. Another time, I drew a portrait of someone's kids one year as a Christmas gift and the woman started crying because it meant so much to her and tears welled right up in my eyes. That is why I draw, for that human connection, to make a statement about life and how precious it truly is; precious and beautiful.
Well, enough rambling for now, back to work I go. I just had to take a moment out of my day and reflect on it. I try to live each day like it's my last and that doesn't mean going out and partying it up. It means that I live each day in the moment and appreciate what comes my way. I don't fight it, I welcome it.
Earlier this morning I put on my only pair of rollerblades, made by Salomon, which I bought back in 1999 when I was a senior in high school; back when I used to play a lot of street hockey with my friends. I decided to take them for a little spin. I went on some back streets, up and down some hills. The wind felt incredible as I accelerated down the hills and I even got a little adrenaline rush from it all.
I went along a quiet road that ran between a river and a forest, and I saw some fish coming up to the surface, making ripples in the water, and thought that I'll go fly fishing there come Sunday for sure. I skated around a bit more and headed back home to get ready for work. I jokingly thought maybe it wasn't too late to call in sick and enjoy the rest of the day off, but I could never do a thing like that. Well, maybe if I was a bit younger and didn't have so many responsibilities.
Matter of fact, I'd like to pack my family up and move somewhere where the weather was nicer year round, maybe some place like Virginia or North Carolina. New York winters can be a bitch. I've had about enough them, being cooped up inside all winter can drive a guy like me insane, like having cabin fever. But, I do like winters too, I can't lie. Playing in the snow with the kids is fun; building snow forts and sled riding. It also gives me time to do one of my other passions in life: Art.
There's something meaningful in being able to capture a part of a person's soul with a piece of paper and a pencil. If you can capture that spark in their eyes, that livelihood, you've done it. It's what makes people who they are. Now, I do it the old-fashioned way, but most other people do it with a camera. But I like going against the grain, showing the world that there are still people around that value the individual enough to sit and draw one for hours on end in this over-technologized, mechanical society we live in today.
Nothing touches me more than when someone asks me to do a portrait for them so they can gift it to a loved one and they tell me that the person who received the gift cried. That's happened to me once. Another time, I drew a portrait of someone's kids one year as a Christmas gift and the woman started crying because it meant so much to her and tears welled right up in my eyes. That is why I draw, for that human connection, to make a statement about life and how precious it truly is; precious and beautiful.
Well, enough rambling for now, back to work I go. I just had to take a moment out of my day and reflect on it. I try to live each day like it's my last and that doesn't mean going out and partying it up. It means that I live each day in the moment and appreciate what comes my way. I don't fight it, I welcome it.
