For those that hadn't noticed, I've changed my Avatar to be more fitting to my mood. Anyway, I hope what I've done to this site is unique, but not too bizarre.
My mind is going now on many things, and I'll be burnt out again from a lack of sleep before I know it. I'm trying to sort out everything I've mentioned in the past few days just to make it clear to me what's going on. I'll do it as a list just so I don't confuse anyone more than I am already.
I asked about converting paper pictures to digital without having a scanner or digital camera. That it not important anymore so strike it for now.
I asked about publishers of violin arrangements for anime music. No feedback on that one yet, so it's still open.
I pondered the idea of posting on of my stories here, also an open topic right now from a lack of feedback.
I posted a mental picture, like many that I get. I asked others to share theirs too. That one is weird so I'll strike it, but I'll continue to post my pictures, because I like to do it. They kind of show how I write anyway, think of them as samples of my ability.
Wow, I've been busy the past few days, it's a wonder I can keep track of it all. Hang onto something, here comes another mental picture!
A soft sound, staticy yet fluid, rising and falling in random order blends with the thick, salty, and slightly stale aroma flooding the air. Warm sand glints brightly as the sun begins to retreat from the deep blue green ocean, heaving as if it were alive. The waters reach out onto the sand, grabbing at anything that might be standing there, breathing a sigh as blue turns to white in a rushing charge up the wet sand toward the drier parts. A blink way out in the haze signals the coming night with its lonely vigil. It pulses again, ever brighter as the sun takes to it's place behind the hills. The haze, growing thicker, comes out of the waters a meanacing monster, hiding everything from view. The breaths of the ocean become the only sound in a still night. The light in the distance pulses again, dimmer as the pale haze tries to conceal even the beacon to those lost in it. Long and low, the beacon whails a sorrowful note, almost roaring in challenge to the veil of gray taking hold on everything. Another sighing breath from the reaching waters is answered by another long and low note, filling the night with an odd song as sad and beautiful as time itself.
It is impossible to put into words the beauty of a visiting a real lighthouse on the ocean's shore at night. For those of you who've had that pleasure, you know what I'm saying. It's not easy to capture the very essence of the evening and describeit without losing some of the details. Not my best mental picture, I know.
Anime Dreams.
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