Dreams Can Come True

Today has been a dream. After all my sorrowful thoughts and feelings that I have been experiencing all week, today has made up for every painful moment  have had thus far, well at least in the past month. I woke up feeling like hell and not wanting to deal with anyone, not even my friends. I was beginning to get distant again and introspective even thought that's not always a bad thing but I was being to miss out on a lot of opportunities. Well this morning I not only got to talk to one of my long time friends but I also got an opportunity of a lifetime for an article from him. He had been saving the story as well as the documents and pictures to prove until he felt he could trust me with it. Well the day finally came and I can't tell you details except this is going to be a HUGE story. After that amazing news my little brother alongside my fake adopted brother and his mom came to visit me at work. Everyone treated them so nice and their band is even going to me promoted by my company. Amazing.

When I didn't believe anything else good could come I received an AMAZING bottle of Veev Acai Liquer that I won in a contest I entered in Facebook. Just a downright amazing day. I know I am suppose to be talking about dreams but this is a dream come true and I am so overwhlemed with joy I really feel that someone needs to pinch me and wake me up because I feel like I'm dreaming...

Quote of the Day:

“Remember today, for it is the beginning of always. Today marks the start of a brave new future filled with all your dreams can hold. Think truly to the future and make those dreams come true.”

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Sunrise to Sunset

This picture was taken from my office window at work. The sunrise that morning was so stunning and unbelievable I couldn't help myself. When I see images like this I can't help but think that these wonders are usually only found in dreams. Of course that is not the case but have you ever thought about the thin line between reality and dreams. I know this has been discussed throughout the ages but I still find it fascinating. Of course if my dreams were really my reality I would now be dead among many other horrible things so I do not think there is some other universe when I close my eyes. But I do believe that are true thoughts and feelings are expressed through our dreams. I suffered from night terrors for about 6 months and I have yet to have one again since August but I know how stress and trauma can effect how a person sleeps and what they dream about.

I just find it so interesting and intense how our subconscious comes through with full force once we hit R.E.M. and I'm not talking about the band. ;) The downside to this is that if you are continually stressed or around negative things you may have nightmares all the time - like me. Another bad thing is if you talk in your sleep because if you start calling out your ex's name at night your new lady/man may have some beef with you in the morning.  I am not in my normal deep writing mood today. I am very distracted by nothing in particular so I'm sorry for the lack of insight I usually have. But for now I'll just blame it on the fact that I get up before Sunrise and I get off work after Sunset...that can really screw with a persons head. Thank god I love the night.

Quote of the Day:

“Give them pleasure the same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.” - Alfred Hitchcock

The Insomniac's Revenge

 So of course the week I pick to focus on dreams, I can't remember any of them. Now usually this is not the case - I remember all my dreams with an intense attention to detail. However, my insomnia has also decided to come back this month, so I will blame it on that. Last night was also strange. I took some over the counter sleeping pills so I could finally try and sleep. Well they knocked me out rather early and with my alarm set and clothes laid out, I thought I was in the clear. Was I mistaken! I woke up at 1:52am on the dot thinking it was 5:30 and got out of bed ready to start the day. Little did I know...thank god I checked my phone in all the confusion and went back to sleep. 


Now to discuss the real theme for today, if you want to call it that - Insomnia. I have been living with this "problem" for over two years now and in my somewhat professional opinion I've come to the conclusion that it really, truly sucks. At first I thought it was some type of super power that I could stay up for three days straight with the same amount of energy as someone who had five red bulls in 15 minutes, but it's nothing like that and I'm also sure it's just as bad for your heart.


This picture represents my state of mind without sleep. See, I can still function or at least I think I can when I'm sleep deprived, however my world looks hazy and different and I can only focus on certain things. This picture shows just that. Everything around the white shells are blurry and trivial even though they add depth to the photo. It's just like the life of an insomniac. You start losing focus and miss out on details you possibly would have seen in your right state of mind. The only benefit I have found when I can't sleep is that my creative mind starts spinning out of control. It is possibly because I am so tired I am being overwhelmed by ideas that I could usually suppress and take out of my creative bank one by one. Yet, then again it could be a type of hallucination like a drug induced idea, I'll never know. 


Either way sleep is very underrated.



Quote of the Day:

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -W.B. Yeats

Luminous Dreams

Last night I had the strangest dream. I actually, for once, don't really remember anything except a feeling. I felt strange when I woke up, like I wasn't the person I was suppose to be. I possibly had red hair in my dream (which I have had in the past) but that is all I can remember. However, this got me thinking. A common response to a re-telling of a dream is "well, it was only a dream." I personally find that annoying and somewhat disrespectful, even though I have used that line before. My reasoning for this, is that dreams are very important to understanding our subconscious and events that are effecting our lives.

Dreams have a lasting effect on me and I am pretty sure I am not the only one who has felt this. Dreams can be more frightening than reality and a comfort to our stresses. I believe dreams shine a light on our true feelings and emotions. Even with the strangest of dreams there is always something we can relate to, even if it changes into a five-eyed toad.

This picture is important to me because I have a lot of dreams that center around lighthouses. I also have always had a thing for lighthouses. They are calming, serene and safe to me. I know that their real use is to help guide ships safely to shore and through the water, yet I feel that it also guides me. I find lighthouses to be mysterious and beautiful. In comparison to a light house, my personality seems to relate to its desolate mystic. When I look up possibly meanings for dreams about lighthouses this is what I found:

Psychological Meaning: The lighthouse symbolizes guidance. It helps you safely journey the stormy seas of the unconscious. Consider what it is that has helped you. Perhaps you have met someone in waking life who has guided you or have discovered a philosophy or religion to light your way and keep you off the rocks of despair.
Mystical Meaning: You will have many new opportunities to choose from say the oracles.

Without getting into too much detail about my past, I will say that guidance was something I was and still am always looking for especially when it comes with safe passage.  Safety and security is something I have lacked throughout life; not as a personal flaw but with my surroundings. So in an essence a lighthouse is my safe place, my home away from home.

Yet remember the lighthouses are not always safe. Even though light may represent safety and security keep in mind that darkness can be found at the foot of a lighthouse....

Quote of the Day:

“A fallen lighthouse is more dangerous than a reef.”

What Dreams Are Made Of...

This week I am focusing on things that appear in dreams. I'm not talking about successes or goals, I am talking about that subconscious state where ideas, people and places get construed with reality and fantasy. I find my dreams or rather nightmares to be not only stressful but exciting and strange. In my dream state I am allowed to create my own world, sometimes I can change outcomes while at other times I can only sit back and watch my fate or others play out. I find dreams to be inspiring, whether that be through fear, confusion, happiness, hope or when we interpret our dreams to be omens.

I find this photo...how do I put it...mystifying. It's just a simple lamp I saw outside someone's apartment but the beauty of it inspired so many ideas and feelings inside of me. To me, it feels like this is the closest I will ever come to a real star. Not that a star would even look like this, but this is my dream now. This star could also be a heart with each point reaching out for someone to love. It could be a torture device that when thrown would pierce through bone. Maybe this could be your self personified as an object. It could be a magical, mystical orb that follows it's keeper and protects them. It could be so many things but that is what makes dreams so amazing. They don't have to make sense, they don't have to be anything at all. Sometimes dreams are forgotten before one even wakes and sometimes they send chills down the dreamers spine. Then there are those other times, when you are crossing in and out of this R.E.M world, when a dream can turn into your reality.

Quote of the Day:

“I reject your reality and substitute it for my own.” - Adam Savage

The Legend of the First Wifey

Well as I mentioned in other post I had three wifey's. This is all a running inside joke referring to the people I was married to on Facebook while we all were going through our single life and didn't want to be left out. Well this lady in the pictures is the first wifey I ever had. She is also the first person I immediately became super close to in a day and also the first to write a blog with. We met in English class on the second day when we sat next to each other and from that day on we never stopped talking and agreed to be roommates in Spring. If I had a twin sister she would be the closest thing to it. We share the same perverted mind, the same useless humor and the unfailing ability to always seem to get into trouble. She was one of the few girls I had meant that was in love with horror films as much as I was and lets not forget...our amazing love for Dexter...and the "doll". haha

We have so many memories but I am only going to share a few. First is the day she brought home Bunny-Smells-So-Good. This amazing little fluff ball of a stuffed animal was given to me at one of my darkest hours when I was feeling down and out. It also happened to be around Easter, hence the adorable little bunny. However,  I'm sure you are wondering how he got his name. Well as my wifey was driving to my house to give him to me, she happened to be at a stop light and while reading the tag realized that he a chocolate scented bunny. In her amazement she lifted him to her nose and inhaled, yet unaware of her surroundings she looked over with the bunny's ass still at her nose and a couple in the car next to her were staring  in utter shock. Hence, the name Bunny-Smells-So-Good.

My second favorite memory is the day we came up with the blog idea. Being that neither of us knew how to keep our mouths shut and stop our crude thoughts and jokes from streaming out, we got into trouble a lot. Well we happened to be talking. loudly, about sexual favors and how her height was perfect for certain someones. I happened to look up and this guy in front of us was staring and laughing at our conversation. Well of course we were mortified but instead of causally playing it off, we screamed and giggled like little girls and turned our backs hoping he would leave. When we both thought it was safe we turned around, the man had move farther away but had still not turned the corner and this time fell on the ground laughing. We joined in the laughter as well as falling to the ground holding our stomachs. That was probably one of the best times I have ever had.

I love you Wifey.

Quote of the Day:
“Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart”- Eleanor Roosevelt 

Soul Sister

This woman...haha weird do I even begin. When I first met her I thought that she was the sweetest, most innocent lady I had ever met...but I was mistaken. She is crazy and loud and funny as hell and innocence would not be the word to describe her. Her personality brightens a room and her humor is once that must be experienced first hand. She is a natural leader but she also heeds advice from others. She is smart and sassy and she can shake her money maker like no other girl I know! She was always down to be my dance partner whether that be in the car or on the dance floor or even at work. Her advice and opinions always matter to me and when I felt alone she and her kitten would always be there to cuddle me, even if the cat stole my hair ties.

One of the funniest times I had with her was right after I made her and the Persian watch 30 Days of Night. I being a huge horror fan and already seeing the movie took it upon myself to find a way to scare the shit out of both of them. Well on our way back home after watching the movie, it was incredibly foggy outside. So foggy that you couldn't even see your own hand in front of your face (like in the movie). Well she was on edge and whenever she saw a shadow she would jump and squeal , as it reminded her of the horrific looking vampires from the film. Well I waited until all was silent in the car and I slowly turned and made the same screeching sound that the vampires made in the film. I have never laughed so hard as she hit her brakes and screamed not knowing whether she should slap me for scaring her or jump out of the car. She has always been able to put a smile on my face. She is my soul sister....that goes for our equal love of soul music as well.

Quote of the Day:

"If I could live my life all over I'd do everything the same; the film in my camera would remain the same; there's no way lord, to leave this love behind." - Al Green

My Mane Man

I've known this Johnny Depp look alike since I was a wee little one and I consider him to be one of my best friends. I usually introduce him as "the man that makes me beautiful" because he is an extremely talented hair stylist in Tacoma, WA. What he does is art, not work. Remember the scene in Edward Scissorhands when he cuts the hair of all the neighborhood women? That always reminds me of him, with the exception of the kooky hair styles. This man has ALWAYS been there for me, through thick and thin and even through silly fights we had.

He was my first love yet now a brother to me. He always makes me feel beautiful for just being me and has never failed me as a friend. And I have to mention again that his hair cuts must come from God himself; because he is brilliant!

We have been through so much together that I could write a bloody book on our friendship. Over a year ago, for my 21st birthday, my Mom made me a book where all my friends and family had written letters to me explaining why they loved me and why they were my friend. It was an amazing book but when I read what he wrote, I broke down in tears. It was so beautiful and to think I thought he had forgotten about me when I was going through a rough relationship and had lost contact with almost everyone. I know that I can always go to him for anything and he will have my back. Besides being an amazing, beautiful man, I admire him for all his talents and artisic ways. I am so proud of him for following his dreams and never giving up.  I will always love this kid with every ounce of my heart and soul. Not to mention he makes the best god damn fried rice in the world.


Quote of the Day:

“There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.” - Johnny Depp

Scary Fairy

Man, I don't even know where to begin with this lady. She has always been able to bring out my deep, dark side without ever really causing too much trouble. I know that I could trust her with just about anything without ever feeling judged. I also know that if I ever need to smuggle a body out of the country or needed to run from the cops she would help me, while at the same time laughing at me for getting myself in the situation. She is always down to have fun and I don't think there has ever been a time where I have not enjoyed my time with her. One of my favorite times I spent with her was when we had a wine night together. We indulged in about 4 bottles while listening to loud, ghetto ass hip-hop music and danced on the couches while trying to play Wii tennis in black and white.

I call her the scary fairy because of the fact that she has these big, deep-set doe eyes that gleam with mischievous nature. She always knows how to not only get into trouble but get herself out. I like how she takes risks and is always there at my side when I need someone to help me step out of my comfort zone.

I must also add she is a beautiful dancer and I am not sure if she even realizes how gorgeous she really is, but then again what girl really does? Another reason I could never let her out of my life is that she laughs at ALL my jokes. Stupid, corny or just down right dumb, she makes me feel like I am the funniest person in the world (though I probably am, j/p).I love her for all of these qualities.

She will always be my scary fairy even if she doesn't see her own wings.

Quote of the Day:

“One trouble with trouble is that is usually starts out like fun.” ;-)

Persian Persuasion

I know this week is about my friends but I am adding something different into this one. I had the craziest dream last night and I thought it would be quite fitting with my friend today. She is studying marine biology as well as zoology and I found it a little ironic that I had a dream based entirely around marine biology. So with this blog about her I am also going to add my dream. One because it reminds me of her and two because I know if she was next to me right now she would be fully engaged in my story and laughing at me for being so silly.

Today's blog post is about my Persian Princess. This beautiful mesh of everything good is another one of my close friends who has shared not only her friendship but soul with me. See, I am a bit of a stoic, glass half empty type of gal but she has helped encourage me to smile more often. She never leaves the house without her smile and even though sometimes this can get her in trouble when shared with the wrong people, she is that perfect ray of sunshine to all others. One of the sweetest things she ever did for me was when I was having a horrible day and made me fresh, homemade cookies and brought them to me at work. Something only boyfriends do, none that I have had though, but something amazing no less. As a side note I must also mention this girl can cook like Betty Crocker meets Anthony Bourdain, both on crack, her food is perfect and ecstasy in my mouth (but that's probably the crack talking ;-) ). This woman means the world to me and always will.

The Dream:
It was all set in a boarding school that was built in the middle of the ocean in a tropical area. It was nicknamed the Floating Castle from the locals on shore. The school was large and was built to float in the heart of the ocean where the largest groups of marine life were sure to be seen. This wasn't a normal school. It was a school for extra intelligent college kids that wanted to become some of the best marine biologists in the world. Besides the floating school there were also miles of floating walkways/bridges. They were extremely close to the water and many students would go out and socialize in their bathing suits and kick their feet in the warm water. The first level of the school resembled an old dungeon, it was the catacombs of the school but it was the only way to enter and the place where they would have entire school meetings with the students before they would set out of their scuba study. Well in these catacombs the walls were all made out of moldy brick and the walkways were narrow and connected to the sides of the walls because in the middle ran a stream of ocean water so as you walked you could look down and see the marine life swimming around at your feet.

I was attending the school as an exchange student and had ask wearily if anyone had ever fallen in. My roommate answered softly that there had been a few that have slipped and looked away from me with horror in the back of his eyes. I inferred that some of these pour souls had been eaten by sharks, since sharks seemed to keep showing up around the school recently. The dream changes to earlier in the week, where I was remembering a shark incident. I was out in the sunshine in my bathing suit soaking my feet in the water off the side of the floating walk way. I was drinking wine out of the bottle with friends and tanning with no concern in the world. My guy friend had spit in the water not really thinking twice of it. Actually no one was thinking about it because who really cared. Well no more then 5 mins later I saw something move in the water and anxiously called out to my friend. He immediately told me to pull my legs in and stay quiet. So I did and right after I had gotten my last toe out of the water I see the full body of a shark. His fin was circling around us and my guy friend whispered that they must be hungry if his spit was all it took to lead them here. He had told me that they were coming around more often lately and getting riled up easier then before. He also told me how they just started studing the behaviour of sharks and why they attacked people.

The dream changed again and I was seated in a huge football field. Of course this was also floating but I noticed this stadium was a lot different then any I had ever seen. The stadium was built in a half circle with only two large sections of seats. There were plenty of rows in each column to hold all the students and they two sections were spilt by a large walk way for people to go up and down. But the thing that caught my eye were the lights. There were 5 columns total with long rows. For each column on both sides of the stadium these halogen type lights were pointing at them. There were five lights correlating with each column and each was a different color. I happened to notice that if these were turned on everyone in the stadium would look like a rainbow striped shirt. There would be rows of red people, blue people, green and so forth. I thought that those lights were very strange and when I asked they said they were new and still hadn't been used. Right before I woke up from the dream I was back in the catacombs and I was witnessing for the first time one of their meetings before a scuba study. All of the sudden I heard a scream and this random group of students started dragging something from out of the water. It was this 70 year old woman's body that had found it's way inside the water ways of the school and her body was bloody, with limbs missing and deep bite marks and chewed parts. So I wondered what they are doing to these sharks, because that woman had to had come from off shore which was hundreds of miles away. hmmmmm.....THE END...for now.

Quote of the day:

“I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.” - Oscar Wilde

Parallel Lives

I think I am going to try and dedicate a day to each of my close friends, willing I have photography to go with each one. Some of my friends live too far away so I will not be able to shoot and write about everyone but these friends in particular helped me unconditionally and in their own unique way while I was struggling to find myself again. I've also decided to leave their names anonymous, but a picture will suffice in showing their beauty and personality.

Today I take you into the world of the third wifey. This dangerously independent, stubborn, intelligent, beautiful woman is one I will not ever be able to forget. Sometimes we run across people that we know we want to be around the moment you meet them. Even though our first encounter was a quiet one of her part, I knew that she had the potential to become one of my closest friends.

She radiates elegance and lady like qualites, yet she has a dark, sensual nature that keep her both grounded and free. No matter what, she is someone who I can always call on. She doesn't judge, she doesn't gossip, she is a real, down to earth girl...(some Outcast for you). As being her friend I feel that I gain a sister, a partner in crime and someone who struggles with the same introspective feelings I do. Even though we are opposite in a lot of ways, our lives run parallel. As with many, each friend you have may give you something different. Some may be good at advice, others at making you laugh, some may hold your hand, while the next tells you to man-up. Everyone of our friends help us manage our lives in their own way and in a sense we rely on them to become our visual conscience.

To end I will leave y'all with this last picture, which has and will always be one of my favorites, all friends included. :-)

Uncondtional Love

The beautiful woman (on the right) is not only the love of my life, well as much as a friend can be, but she completes me as a person. She has many nicknames to me and has been named one of three Wifey's I had on Facebook. But she is the reason for this weeks blog. Friend's have a very special meaning and place in my life, probably even more then the average person.

To be discrete about my past I will just say that I experienced a pretty bad relationship which costs me all my friends and almost my family, or so I thought. After I decided to leave and start over I discovered something I forgot had existed. I was always an outgoing person with amazing friends but I had felt that I had lost everyone and I was on my own during those years I was trapped. Yet, immediately after my "freedom" so to speak I learned I had been terribly mistaken. My friends began to explain how they always loved me and always wanted the best for me. I started to realize that they were always there, even when I built walls they stayed on the outside trying to knock them down. My friends were the ones the taught me what unconditional love really is. So inspired by my best friend and all my close loves, this week will be dedicated to friendship.

The pictures I put up today I think show how wonderful friendship can be. I like how through these pictures I feel I am able to share a piece of my amazing friendship with this lady to everyone else. You can see it from our smiles and in our eyes and we glow because of each other. So thank you, to all those amazing friends in my life that have supported me through all my horrors and successes. I will always have your back! ;-)

Quote of the Day:

“You are one of the best things that's ever happened to me. You're my love and my best friend. And every day that goes by, it seems like I discover something new about you to love. It's incredible to me how one person can make such a big difference in my life."

The Woman

Something in me mourns the fact that today is the last day of Sherlock Holmes week for my blog. However, I think my overall experience was not only inspiring but penetrating and exciting to my soul. In a sense it was my own mini-adventure with Holmes, if only Doyle could write a new short story with me included. ;-) All jokes aside I thought this first week was so much fun and I appreciate all of you who have already began to support me. This entire week I have spoken of Holmes' character and ambitions and even given insight into how his brain ticks, yet I have never once spoken of his way with women or more importantly THE woman. In the new movie she is a very important figure in not only the plot but in Holmes' life. Likewise in the novel she is also the only woman that could compliment and challenge Holmes, making her the one the always seemed to get away. Neither Holmes nor his notorious lady, Irene Adler, were ever meant to settle down. The are both too self absorb and both masters at their craft to really ever be able to hold anything substantial. Yet, the two were meant to be and I believe brought a new meaning to the term, my better half.

I love this picture because not only does it have a seductive, sexual nature it also has mystery. We don't know who the woman is or what she looks like, yet we know she is there, bold, beautiful and secretive, just like Holmes' fancied her. So this makes me wonder if we all must eventually meet our match, in whatever form that happens to be.


 Quote of the Day:

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen.... And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

Something's Amiss

One of the things I love about Sherlock Holmes is the mystery and arrogant confidence that is part of his character and I wouldn't want him any other way. The brilliance of Holmes leaves me in awe every time I read his adventures. But what's even more amazing is that Arthur Doyle imagined and created this fascinating character. Holmes receives all the credit for his absolute remarkable way of solving crimes yet it's the author and creator that deserves these credits. While reading through the pages of his book late Saturday night I was caught up in all the details and all the "butterfly effects" that led Holmes to solving a case.

This picture helps me visually imagine how Holmes would view a empty room. In the book he was described as a foxhound, how he sniffed the air and the mouth of the corpse, how he swooped down upon every corner of the room and how the smallest details (like the length of the mans finger nails who wrote a note in blood) can sometimes be the most important clues to solving a case. I love this picture not only because of it's "old fashioned" feel but because of all the small details one can pick from it: the dirty cloths hanging from the chimney, the right hand knob turned vertical, the rusting paint on the right, the small detailed paint marks in the cement and much more. The quote below I was saving for the end and since this is the second to the last and helps my argument of Holmes' character and skills, I will finish with this.

Quote of the Day:

"I have the advantage of knowing your habits, my dear Watson," said he. "When your round is a short one you walk, and when it is a long one you use a hansom. As I perceive that your boots, although used, are by no means dirty, I cannot doubt that you are at present busy enough to justify the hansom."
     "Excellent!" I cried.
     "Elementary," said he. "It is one of those instances where the reasoner can produce an effect which seems remarkable to his neighbour, because the latter has missed the one little point which is the basis of the deduction. The same may be said, my dear fellow, for the effect of some of these little sketches of yours, which is entirely meretricious, depending as it does upon your retaining in your own hands some factors in the problem which are never imparted to the reader.

It's All In the Details

So first off I have to apologize for my delay. I was deathly ill since Friday so I could barely move must less blog, however I did write down what I wanted to post and talk about so I will be posting 4 blog posts today to catch up. Also I hope I won't have to skip out on this again but I do suffer from a chronic illness that I recently found out about so sometimes things like this may happen.

Now moving on to the the photo and to finish off the week of Sherlock Holmes. In my absence got a lot of reading done in my book and happened to finish "A Study in Scarlet", which was one of the best detective stories I've heard in a long time. While reading I found it interesting how Watson (who is narrating) tries to pick up on details of the crime scene he visit with Holmes. He is really trying to learn from his companion but is always in awe by the brilliant way Holmes picks up on everything.

In this photo I was focusing on the aspect that one must always focus on the details, even the things that may be missed. What makes Holmes the infamous person he is, is not because he is anymore special then an average man. It's because he uses simple observation mixed with his studies in particular subjects, like cigars, to solve a crime. I like how Doyle humanizes Holmes to relate to everyone, yet is also able to show his brilliance that many choose to never use.In the end we could all be like Holmes, it's just a matter of the knowledge and effort.

Quote of the Day:

"It seemed to me that a careful examination of the room and the lawn might possibly reveal some traces of this mysterious individual. You know my methods, Watson. There was not one of them which I did not apply to the inquiry. And it ended by my discovering traces, but very different ones from those which I had expected."

A Man's Smoke Tells A lot

Even though I took this picture yesterday evening, I thought it mildly coincidentally that this morning a man pulled up next to me smoking on his tobacco pipe in the car. Creepily I drew his attention with a wave and did a charade movement with my hand pretending I was smoking a pipe so he would know why I was smiling and pointing. God, I have such a nerdy and outrageous personality at times but either why he smiled back and I have no regrets being that "weird chick" in the car. But that's besides the point. Sherlock, as well as Watson, were avid tobacco smokers as many people were at this time. Even though I imagine Sherlock smoking out of an beautiful, classic looking pipe, as I am sure he did, I am also certain he could roll his own. Another interesting fact was the Mr. Holmes was a closest cocaine addict and his addiction supposedly aided him in becoming insanely obsessed with his work. He also occasionally used morphine, both of these were injected with a special syringe he kept in a small leather case, and for the record, these were both legal in the late 19th Century. In later stories, Watson supposedly helped ween Holmes of his drug addictions but others suggest that he never really rid himself of his habits.

I like this picture because you can see that there is definitely something out of place. A clue left behind. Does this butt retain the DNA of a killer that happened to disregard his cigarette lazily after he left his victims in a pool of blood only a few feet away? Or is it the remains of an adulterated lover after he retreated home from a secret love affair? Questions swirl in my head as I look at this picture of  the wet butt floating on top of this plant holder. If I were Holmes I would have noticed the brand of the cigarette (Pall Mall, not that this brand existed back then). I would have noticed the length that the butt was put out at, the possibly lipstick marks at the end of the filter and the type of tobacco that was being smoked. I think...quite possibly, I am beginning to finally understand the deep, complicated mind of this famous "consulting detective", as Holmes put it himself.

Quote of the Day:

Colonel Ross still wore an expression which showed the poor opinion which he had formed of my companion's ability, but I saw by the inspector's face that his attention had been keenly aroused.
     "You consider that to be important?" he [Inspector Gregory] asked.
     "Exceedingly so."
     "Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?"
     "To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time."
     "The dog did nothing in the night-time."
     "That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock Holmes.

Ruthless In Nature

Today's picture was extremely hard for me to choose. I decided to take a stroll down to the boardwalk by my house last night to take pictures for today's blog. The old pier reminded me of a scene from the book where Sherlock was investigating a crime scene. Humans have always been naturally drawn to water because of its healing and spiritual power but it can also be a place to hide secrets. What a better place to hide a corpse then at the bottom of the ocean where crabs can slowly digest the remains? A little morbid I know but it's true. The entire time I was shooting photos these thoughts rushed through my mind and I wanted to capture the eerie silence that comes at twilight when the water is calm but the rest of the world is still in absolute chaos.

What I like about this picture is how the boardwalk looks like it has no end - that if you continue walking you may fall right off the edge. I also like the visually slick remains of the rain on the boardwalk and how the lights set the tone of the entire picture. However, as I mentioned before it was extremely hard for me to choose the right picture for today because as I was walking back I came across an invisible type of graffiti. As I have mentioned in earlier posts Holmes can see things and find things that many others would miss. I have been keeping my eyes open for just that kind of opportunity but I had yet to discover anything worthwhile. Yet, this graffiti popped out at me. At first glance this brick wall looked like nothing more then old, fading bricks. Yet as I began to turn the corner I realized that these dwindling bricks spelled out the word Ruthless. I immediately stopped and stared at these words for awhile, repeating them in my head. Ruthless...ruthless....ruthless. Then it came to me, this one word could be used to describe everything about Holmes. So in honor of this fading memory in bricks I am also going to post the picture I took so everyone can enjoy this treasure.