A Blue Tangle

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in Blue.

~Bob Dylan

Blue, blue, oh boring old blue.

Just kidding. I don’t find anything about the color blue, boring. Except perhaps feeling blue. I can’t feel blue for too long. Perhaps because I’m not a color, but rather some sort of humanoid. That’s my current theory, anyway. Feeling blue just gets old after not too long of a time, and then I need to move on. Look to the future with some sort of hope and at least a semi plan.

No plan, yet. Until I do, I’ll just have to make due with some peaceful blue.

Sky Blue Cloud Angel & Genie: I’m pretty certain I’m the only one who sees these two beings in these particular clouds. One has wings and one doesn’t. One looks a bit like an angel, the other looks more like a genie of some sort. Maybe they’re both angels. Maybe they’re both genies. Maybe they’re both just clouds (what???). It doesn’t matter to me, as I think they’re beautiful regardless. The important thing in the photo is actually the faint rainbow. So, we can all make a wish. I hope you wish for peace. That’s my wish, anyway.

 

Early (before 4:00) Morning Blue – Gaviota: Grainy yes, but I sort of like that effect on occasion. Rare occasion. Like this one.

 

Edinburgh Castle – Queen Margaret Blue: This small chapel inside the gates of Edinburgh Castle gave me permission to take a moment. Take a moment and breathe. I sometimes forget to do that. Life makes me hold my breath often. Mostly out of sheer shock. Although, how anything could really shock me at this point is bizarre. I’ve seen a lot during the years that I’ve inhabited this planet. And I am continually amazed at how utterly cruel we can be toward one another. Thank goodness, I’m also continually reminded of how good people can actually be. It’s a balance, I suppose.

Looking Up at Ceilings

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

~Sia, “Chandelier”

The Oaks Hotel ~ Alnwick, Northumberland

Dirty Dick’s Pub ~ Edinburgh

Wynn Hotel ~ Las Vegas

Edinburgh Castle ~ Edinburgh

Excalibur Hotel ~ Las Vegas

Sia’s painfully exquisite piece “Chandelier” is about partying to excess. I’m about as far away from a “party girl” as one can possibly be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good chandelier. Given the opportunity (which has eluded me thus far), I doubt I’d swing from one, either. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate their beauty, regardless of how many (too-many-to-count) stares and murmurs I may encounter whilst looking up at ceilings.