The Road Less Traveled

A blog for mindfulness...and various items. If you like rock & roll music, sports, comedy, nostalgia, victorian/gothic architecture, poetry, prose, paranormal occurences, the study of the human mind, and are a visual person; this blog's for you.

Music and long-distance running have been near life-long endeavors. In college I briefly considered church ministry before setting my sights on becoming an educator. Then I got into psychology, transcendentalism, spiritualism, and existential philosophy. These have all had an impact on my work.
Not until well after marrying and establishing a family and career did I return to the pen with any regularity. In the mid 90's I experienced a creative outflow which produced hundreds of poems and lead to my first musical compositions. The creative flow continually ebbs and flows. Will it lead to Shangri-La or to Mordor ? I'll chalk it up as an adventure and take "the road less traveled."
Mon Mar 31
Tue Mar 18
Maybe, if we put our heads together …Photo by Shrivedog

Maybe, if we put our heads together …

Photo by Shrivedog

Sat Mar 15

All Downhill

by Shrivedog

There’s only one problem with storm-chasing on a day like this. :0

There’s only one problem with storm-chasing on a day like this. :0

Sun Feb 23
Consistently Inconsistent California ClimateSpring in February - J.E. Hill Park; Elk Grove, CAPhotos by Shrivedog

Consistently Inconsistent California Climate
Spring in February - J.E. Hill Park; Elk Grove, CA
Photos by Shrivedog

Sat Feb 22

Shooting the Sky at Stone Lakes Wildlife Refuge - Hood, CA (2/20/14)
Photos by Shrivedog

Fri Jan 3

Did this with these at this place today. :0
Shrivedog

Wed Dec 25
From the Land of Oz: A Christmas Gift
Last October, our community held it’s annual Great Pumpkin Festival.  The theme for this year’s festivities was “Oz”.  Just before leaving work for the day, my daughter, who works in management for the Community Services District heard a call come in over the staff walkie that a kitten had been found on the island of the park’s man-made lake.  Only three days old with eyes unopened the helpless critter seemed abandoned.  Naturally, a born and raised cat person, my daughter got volunteered to be the new Kitty Mom.     A newborn kitten’s chances of survival are slim even in the best of circumstances if separated from its mother at such an early time.  So my kid set about raising the little guy like it was her own kid.  A whole city of cat condos, toys (dog toys are more suitable for this guy), and feeding implements now fill my home as well as hers.  She named him Oz, given the theming of the Festival he was found at.  He has a variety of soft beds and cat carriers.  Basically, he is one spoiled brat!     One evening he launched himself off the arm of my recliner, paws stretched out like Superman about to fly to another planet.  After that he got more courageous, and more mobile.  I knew we had a new problem on our hands.  Yet, Oz is also a solution.   Having been blessed with so many wonderful Christmases growing up, I am one of the multitude of folks who suffer from Bah Humbug syndrome.  Most of the people that made those Christmases special have departed.  I was fortunate enough to have one set of grandparents live into their late seventies while the other lived into their nineties.  It only made it that much more difficult to get used to not having them around, especially during the holidays.     Now at an age where I have endured waves of losses, some of them expected (but no less easy), some tragically sudden, I find myself trying to cope with the pain of memories that should be good, and, in time, likely will be.     Christmas, even for the least religious of us, should be a time when we make an extra effort to treat each other with kindness; anything from a simple word of encouragement to a grand act of charity counts for huge improvements to our world.  To me, that was what Jesus of Nazareth tried to make clear.  Whether or not one believes in his deity, the concept of doing unto others as one would have others do unto us is sound, be it secular or religious-moral code.  I believe that was what Jesus lived and died trying to do.  What are we doing here and now?  The rest will take care of itself.   Oz, the kitten I have now dubbed “The Ozerino”, has renewed that perspective for me.   As someone who has struggled, not with the everyday blues but, with clinical depression and hypomanic episodes, I know too well the pain that the holidays can bring.  One doesn’t have to be victimized by that.  For every past memory, there is a new one to be made.  Therein lies the secret of cutting the darkness from the good that should be left as a legacy to be carried forward.     The Ozerino has brought new life and memory making into my home and I am proud of my daughter for the effort she has made in doing unto another what we would all wish for others to do for us.  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to ALL people of all persuasions and faiths; to humanity.                                                                     Shrivedog
  

From the Land of Oz: A Christmas Gift

Last October, our community held it’s annual Great Pumpkin Festival.  The theme for this year’s festivities was “Oz”.  Just before leaving work for the day, my daughter, who works in management for the Community Services District heard a call come in over the staff walkie that a kitten had been found on the island of the park’s man-made lake.  Only three days old with eyes unopened the helpless critter seemed abandoned.  Naturally, a born and raised cat person, my daughter got volunteered to be the new Kitty Mom. 
   A newborn kitten’s chances of survival are slim even in the best of circumstances if separated from its mother at such an early time.  So my kid set about raising the little guy like it was her own kid.  A whole city of cat condos, toys (dog toys are more suitable for this guy), and feeding implements now fill my home as well as hers.  She named him Oz, given the theming of the Festival he was found at.  He has a variety of soft beds and cat carriers.  Basically, he is one spoiled brat!  
   One evening he launched himself off the arm of my recliner, paws stretched out like Superman about to fly to another planet.  After that he got more courageous, and more mobile.  I knew we had a new problem on our hands.  Yet, Oz is also a solution.
   Having been blessed with so many wonderful Christmases growing up, I am one of the multitude of folks who suffer from Bah Humbug syndrome.  Most of the people that made those Christmases special have departed.  I was fortunate enough to have one set of grandparents live into their late seventies while the other lived into their nineties.  It only made it that much more difficult to get used to not having them around, especially during the holidays. 
   Now at an age where I have endured waves of losses, some of them expected (but no less easy), some tragically sudden, I find myself trying to cope with the pain of memories that should be good, and, in time, likely will be. 
   Christmas, even for the least religious of us, should be a time when we make an extra effort to treat each other with kindness; anything from a simple word of encouragement to a grand act of charity counts for huge improvements to our world.  To me, that was what Jesus of Nazareth tried to make clear.  Whether or not one believes in his deity, the concept of doing unto others as one would have others do unto us is sound, be it secular or religious-moral code.  I believe that was what Jesus lived and died trying to do.  What are we doing here and now?  The rest will take care of itself.
   Oz, the kitten I have now dubbed “The Ozerino”, has renewed that perspective for me.   As someone who has struggled, not with the everyday blues but, with clinical depression and hypomanic episodes, I know too well the pain that the holidays can bring.  One doesn’t have to be victimized by that.  For every past memory, there is a new one to be made.  Therein lies the secret of cutting the darkness from the good that should be left as a legacy to be carried forward. 
   The Ozerino has brought new life and memory making into my home and I am proud of my daughter for the effort she has made in doing unto another what we would all wish for others to do for us.  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to ALL people of all persuasions and faiths; to humanity.
                                                                     Shrivedog


  

Sun Dec 15
Holiday Dark Humour :0

Holiday Dark Humour :0

Mon Dec 9

STORMWATCH

Photos by Shrivedog - Taken Nov. 20, 2013

Wed Nov 20

buzzfeed:

This is what happens when you ask people to draw a map of the USA from memory. 

Shrivedog says:  Seems like the state of geography in America :0.

(Source: BuzzFeed, via brittany-nicole-deactivated2013)

postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

postmodernism:

I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.

(via brittany-nicole-deactivated2013)

An Interesting Story: Just after 9-11 the residents of this corner painted this American flag on the wall separating the older and newer housing tracts in our area. On Veterans Day I went back to see if it was still there. I used to run by it several times a week but stopped doing that a few years ago because I stopped running to and from workouts to pack in extra miles. Now, I just drive to the …place I want to run and do what I want there. This is about a half-mile from my house and less than a quarter mile from the park. That meant my closest workouts involved at least 1 1/2 extra miles on top of the core. Most of my runs were one to two and a half miles away. 16 years ago I did a 12 mile run on a course across town on a 112 degree day. I ended up running 17 miles. Of course, I stopped off at the local pub on the way home. Too old for that kind of stuff now and only half as nuts. I had my doubts about whether the painting was still there. Here’s what I found! It was actually a little overwhelming. I really got choked up.                                                                                                       Shrivedog
An Interesting Story: Just after 9-11 the residents of this corner painted this American flag on the wall separating the older and newer housing tracts in our area. On Veterans Day I went back to see if it was still there. I used to run by it several times a week but stopped doing that a few years ago because I stopped running to and from workouts to pack in extra miles. Now, I just drive to the place I want to run and do what I want there. This is about a half-mile from my house and less than a quarter mile from the park. That meant my closest workouts involved at least 1 1/2 extra miles on top of the core. Most of my runs were one to two and a half miles away. 16 years ago I did a 12 mile run on a course across town on a 112 degree day. I ended up running 17 miles. Of course, I stopped off at the local pub on the way home. Too old for that kind of stuff now and only half as nuts. I had my doubts about whether the painting was still there. Here’s what I found! It was actually a little overwhelming. I really got choked up. 
                                                                                                     Shrivedog