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Good morning Sam, I hope you enjoy your stay.

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In the morning of the first day of the month Sam opened his eyes while still laying in bed. They opened to the morning, with sun streaming around the blinds, and focused on the life of the day that was waiting around to be seen. There was no particular focus to Sam’s eyes. Rather, an embracing of the new day occurred seamlessly, bridging the night from yesterday to the morning of today. The past seven hours snubbed out as but a fantasy of a memory, remembered as myth and nary believed to have truly elapsed.

A gentle whispered memory falls off the cliff of Sam’s brain’s right hemisphere. “Remember…” is slowly whispered as it falls from his mind’s perception, bringing Sam’s head to turn sharply right on his pillow in hopes of catching the dream before its gone forever. He digs his cheek into the pillow while furrowing his eyes, digging to find the memory of the dream and unearth it to face the bald sun. His eyes grow to greater pitches of effort before reflexively relaxing as acceptance of loss is found.

Sam’s head turns to its left, resting from its excursion of attempted salvation. His eyes close and his brows relax. Sleep’s siren call is heard in the back of his mind, beckoning him back into its warm embrace, beckoning for Sam to steal away for the day, steal away from the sun, steal away from all that he had promised to accomplish on this day. He pushes his head further into his pillow and rearranges his arms, laying them to his side as he prepares for his second round of sleep.

Time snaps and all reference points vanish. The still void returns to Sam’s most frontal perception, statically charged and chaotically churning, an abyss of reality that Sam knew just so recently ago. Aimlessly floating, Sam drifts just above the sea of dreams, occasionally dipping his toe into the froth to test its temperament, hoping to dive in when it settles to its most inviting state. A small smile forms on Sam’s corporal plight, pushing his cheekbones higher as his mind begins to remember the dreams in which he once took flight. Away from concern and away from despair, Sam’s journey toward serene dream seems all but guaranteed to begin once again.

The alarm begins blaring and Sam is harshly pulled from ‘where he can’t remember’. His eyes bolt open and his right arm careens left, silencing the alarm and sighing while again greeting the day. Good morning Sam, I hope you enjoy your stay.

Facebook Anxiety and More Nikon D7000 Videos

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I read a post the other day that links posted to Facebook in the morning perform the best, i.e. they are more prominently displayed on other friends’ news feeds, thus getting seen more and subsequently (it is the hope) being clicked on the most. For the past two days I’ve been more or less consumed by this factoid, halting myself from writing and posting a post because it’s past 10am EST.

Well shit, that’s ruined at least two good posting impulses I’ve had in the past few days. All because of this little dirty factoid.

So it finally came to me today, even though it’s past 10am, to just fricken write about how I can’t get this factoid out of my head. It has wormed its way through my consciousness and given me a weird form of writer’s block that would not exist more than five years ago.

It’s amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time.

I want to write more about my new camera, the Nikon D7000, the flash mount for my Zoom that I ended up buying, and the videos that I’m putting together and posting on my YouTube account. (Find my YouTube account on the right rail, over click on this link: Harry Wolff’s YouTube Channel.)

So if you clicked on the YouTube link you’ll see I posted two vides taken with my new camera. I’m in the process of re-editing the ‘Demo Reel’ clip, putting in a little bit more example shots as well as cleaning up the video narrative. I hope to have that out by the weekend, but hopefully/probably sooner.

Also I’ve decided to make the posting frequency on this blog be as random as I am. I feel stupid stating this here because I know I’m damning myself to future transgressions of posting behavior, however that is just what I do, so I’m doing it. Be sure to sign up so you can get updates when I post. That is, if you like me. And even if you don’t like me sign up to be updated. I like you even if you don’t like me. And as the old saying goes, there’s not a whole lot of a difference between love and hate.

Writing to Capture an Emotion

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This morning I woke up with a smile on my face and sunlight sneaking its way past my curtains. Laying on my back, I watched the curtains twitch and slightly move due to the air conditioner blowing against them. There was never quite enough pressure to fully move the curtain, but watching it twitch and giggle from the tickling air was fun enough.

Opening the curtains to begin the day is exhilarating: I always seem to forget the brightness mornings bring. I don’t hold it against myself – the nights are so dark it seems impossible that sunlight would ever return. Even when I wake up in the middle of the night – at 6am – dawn has only just begun to poke its head around the corner. It basks everything in an eerie blue-red glow that I can only describe as the nighttime-daytime hand-off.

And then it’s time to revel in my morning ritual of breakfast tea and morning music. Sipping on the freshly made pot of green tea, while listening to music (that illuminates my surroundings in unnatural sheen of joy), is the moment of the morning that I relish without abandon. For as I sip my tea, and listen to my tunes, I peer aimlessly out the window and rest while awake. I enjoy life as I have been taught: loving and dwelling in all that makes me happy.

For it is these simple pleasures that make the days past while keeping a smile on my face. The time I take to sit and sip my tea is one that nobody can give me. It’s a pleasure that I must take for myself, one that I must protect and appreciate while occurring.

Of course it would be far too easy to gulp down my tea and run out the door, never giving my mind a second to wake-up to the day and its new intricacies. This seems to be the modus operandi that society at large seeks to impress on its members. The get-up, get-going attitude that wears you out before you’ve even begun lunch.

Life isn’t a marathon, we’re all gonna cross the finish line the same way. It seems pointless to rush to the end, knowing full-well what will happen. Why not enjoy the scenery as it passes?

And that’s what I try and do. Each morning, with my hot pot of green tea, and me.