Not drowning; just waving.

[Tom dinning]

Inside, where I live, there is a question
With no answer, no reason, without logic
What for? Is at it’s core, no less, no more
As if there will be a reasonable response
I will understand, and you, others in the queue
Who already see what I don’t, resting, yet testing
In there own comfort, sheltered from distain.
I will refrain from my own answer if it comes
In knowing that, in time, the question is the same
But with a different, more vivid, yet ill received response
This is not the truth. This is carved in soft stone
Weathered with wisdom, patience, and ignorance
Of those who claim to know. Who answerS questions for me?
Today this is less than art, less than guided by the craft
It is what it is. Tomorrow it will be the other side
And still what it becomes. It is the question.
The answer is no-where in sight.

 

[James Lemon]

Is there a Dentist behind that door who works after hours?

 

[Tom dinning]

Why do you ask, James? Do your teeth ache?

 

[rketoimg]

I am impressed, I love everything about it. I sure wish I could figure out the procedure you used to achieve this image as I have some I'd like to try this on! thumbup!

 

[Tom dinning]

I am impressed, I love everything about it. I sure wish I could figure out the procedure you used to achieve this image as I have some I'd like to try this on! thumbup!

Sorry to say the process has died along with the few brain cells I had left.

I'm a bit of a child when it comes to post-processing. I'll play until I get bored, appreciate my efforts for about 3 minutes, then knock it all down and start again on something entirely different/

Come to think of it, that's the way I shoot as well.

rketoimg is an unusual name. Is it what you are called or is it one of those made-up ones to hide your true identity?