into the sun
I was walking home to my apartment, thinking about too many things and was struck by the sunset above. I started taking some shots from the ground, dumping my backpack and gym bag on the gravel road.
A bus boy from Avanti’s stepped outside to take out the trash and looked at me; “An artist at work huh?”
“Just dabbling…messing around.”
I am still finding that balance. It is a mistake to take yourself too seriously, but I think I am not simply dabbling….or maybe I am. Dabbling is an art form in itself.
The art of breath.
Means that living, it is beautiful, and breath, it takes guts sometimes.
I know I am an artist. And I am always at work with life.
the art of breath 