My motives caravan

through a red, peerless desert.

Water travels just ahead

slightly faster than either I

or my mirror glass needs

can go.

Out here,

straws and dictionaries

present serious problems.

As though it were dead skin

scraped from the devil’s heel

by a pumice stone,

my purest motive blows

around the others.

If I flew my determinations

like kites,

attached to my stringy nerves,

could they rise to Heaven

and beg for a cloud?

Learning Photo Manipulation

I have bought Affinity Photo today. I really want to make art from my photos, stock photos, and clip art/scrapbooking packs. I wanted something powerful, but cheaper than Photoshop.

I’ll see how it goes. There are a few issues with cutting out layers that I have always had a problem with.

The more creative outlets the better. I have been slow with photography lately because I haven’t gone many places. I like creative things I can do sitting down, too. It is sometimes hard to be on my bad ankle all day. I also want to have an active creative life whenever I am laid up for surgery.