Art is driving me crazy. It's hard to explain-but not really. There are more of me out there. People who have a creative curse that haunts them all hours of the day. I can't quench it. Even when I do for a short time it comes roaring back even stronger. One minute I want to write about something and the next minute I have my camera in my hand looking for some 'different' perspective. A few minutes later I run across someone's painting or carving and I want a taste of that. I'm like the kid who keeps racing down the midway wanting to ride every ride all at once. I'm looking all the time and it's making me nuts. I don't know how to control it. Maybe I shouldn't try. Maybe I am best to let barking dogs bark and see what happens tomorrow. The problem wouldn't seem so critical if this was the early 1970's and I was trying to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, but it's 2013 and I want to squeeze another 50 into the next 10. The problem is time management. There are still many have-to's that need to be prioritized. I need direction but I don't know where I'm going so I don't know what coordinates to put into the Garmin. I'm left spinning in the middle of the driveway. I'll figure it out. That's half the fun.
Metal Fish Cut-Out high atop a fishing charter sign on Nantucket