The Master Plan.

It is just the way the cards fall.

Note you may like to look at Pauline’s post first as the photos relate to it.

The master plan.

I am the one made them fall this way.

The wisdom of the sages

passed down through the ages.

Still we do not know,

Love is the way to go.

It is not too bad at all.

Man could not explain,

the sunshine and the rain.

Only Gods could know,

so they were made to show.

These photos are not related to this post.

The perplexing mystery of all creation,

was solved by gods from every nation.

Then the arguments began,

who had the correct plan.

Ironic my previous post was ‘Enjoy Your Trip.

To keep control it would seem,

One God must be made supreme.

His foot prints in the sands of time,

Can appear to this day as sublime.

I put a photo in it titled ‘ We Do not know what pain is.’

Mother Nature still exists,

though patriarchal Gods persist.

The puzzle still remains today,

Can science now show the way?

It is true I was given Penthrox Inhaler and later Brufin pills and water.

Or will technology be used to fight,

to see who’s God is in the right.

All the good we have today

Could be just blown away.

I am now ok the pain has gone away.

Appreciation, love and trust,

in today’s world it is a must.

Ignorance, greed, fear and hate,

Mother Nature will not tolerate.

Pauline told you of my strife, now the sparkle is back in my life.

Mother Nature is eternally sublime.

Man is mortal and will pass on in time.

A grain of sand or the starry sky,

it will not matter as time passes by.

I reminded her to record the drama, as it was related to my Dharma.

All the blood sweat and tears,

all our stupid arguments and fears.

Why waste our time on pie in the sky?

When it is only a few years before we die.

I am back at the Gym, trying to keep in trim.

Do not cry, we never die, we only change.

Atoms never destruct they only rearrange.

We may turn into dust mites floating on the morning breeze,

or into song birds singing in the tall green trees.

Jack and Tim at the Gym.

Let us prepare here today,

to live our life in a better way.

Caring and sharing in peace and calm.

Wake up! these words are your clock alarm.

Jason and me and eye Candy.

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Reflection on windows.

Thailand memory.

Reflecting on Windows

Old glass to match foliage.

 

Keeping a dairy was necessary when I was promoted from playing the game I loved, to being in charge. A fun way of earning a living became a responsibility. Maybe it was for the best, because walking around up on the steel, where the birds perch, is a young man’s job. I did not like writing a diary and reports; I had to have a dictionary in one hand and a pen in the other. It turned out it was not a bad thing, as my vocabulary increased and my English improved. Keeping a diary became a habit.

First sketch of window inspiration. .

When I travelled I had a record, as this was my personal diary, I did not have to use a dictionary and could do a few drawings instead of words. Pictures really are worth a lot of words. I entered all kinds of ideas and notes, anything that took my fancy as entertaining, worthwhile or wise.

Carried further ink and a splash of colour.

When waiting for transport, or any occasion when time was dragging, out would come my diary, or whatever was at hand, and I would draw something. This drawing was a habit I formed that has now been replaced by the digital camera habit. I still have many of these diaries now, or as I have come to call them “Jack’s Jottings”.

Pastel on brown paper bag.

Going through the archives of “Jack’s Jottings” I found these sketches. I thought them suitable for the “Lingering look at  windows” and timeout for art challenges. The window with the old glass and the curtains blowing was drawn in a little place Pauline and I shared at Stradbroke Island. The other window drawings were done in Roma Street backpackers in Brisbane. The drawings bring it all back, not much of a view, but that was the challenge, to make something of it. When you draw you notice things you would normally over look. I noticed those reflections in the high rise building. Then the imagination went into top gear. Ever since drawing those reflections I have been hooked on reflections, noticing them everywhere. Nature is the best artist.

The camera gets in on the act, to see how it actually looks.

For me doing art work is only a way to pass the time and make me more aware of the wondrous beauty all around me.

Concentrating on reflections.

Playing with reflections.

There is no end to where this could take me.

Into fantasy land.

Tell me is this abstract art?

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