I am counting down the days, I am making my lists, and I am calling up the loose ends. Soon I will be independent. Soon I will be living on my own. I am looking forwards to my new independence because it means new goals, new beginnings and a new outlook on work, life and beyond.

WALK WITH ME

It snowed on Monday leaving a cold sheet of ice on the roads and sidewalks. On Tuesday, (my day off) I decided to get my boots on and go for a walk around the Mill Pond and get some photos with my old Fuji camera. I am still using the small (yet powerful) point and shoot as I am waiting for my new camera to be delivered in my sweet open hands. Once I get this kind of photographic power, I will post up some of the most stunning photos you have ever seen and my old photography teacher, Mrs. Frank, will be proud.
Since I was wearing my huge boots, the ones that are at least a good 3 inches off the ground, I didn’t feel like tromping across the front pathways by Mill Pond. Instead, I wanted an easier walk through the Rotary Park entrance though I feel that was a bigger mistake.
Behind the Mill Pond by the park entrance there is a chicken slaughterhouse. It has always been there since I can recollect only in the past few years I have seen this monstrosity grow to take over the back of Rotary Park. I have only two complaints about the slaughterhouse:
1- The smell
2- The strange looks I get from the men who work there.
The looks are enough to intimidate anyone from coming through the back entrance since they are alien and hold a blank expression of nothing- working long hours in the stench of dead poultry in the heart of a small community. This is why I bet there were no children with mothers in the park. Behold a winter palace that goes unused and gets abused by those who move in when the eyes are not looking.
It was a deserted landscape and after a half hour, the weather started to take its toll on the tiny battery in my camera and in my MP3 player. I headed home to clean up my place and get to work in my office.

Painting notes:
Painted over another old painting- horribly desperate for canvas. I am taking what I originally wanted to do with this canvas and worked out the perspective exact so I don’t make any mistakes. It is a slower process but if I take my time with each large piece I create, I am bound to receive excellent results.

Personal notes:
Everyone is asking, everyone is talking, paranoia going up, I can feel their eyes out there burning holes into my shadow as I leave a room. I am a spy, I can see it all from the dangers to the filth behind the razzle-dazzle of the Main Street strip. If you could ask me I adore it, I will prevail, I cannot fail.