darkness falls
inside my head
shades the world
in thoughts of dread
light obscures
then fades away
with no escape
my nerve ends fray
the things I put
into my vein
suppressing demons
masking pain
could only yield
a brief respite
return the beast
the endless night
at the edge
of ever more
to find release
to quell the roar
please don’t mourn
my final deed
from the darkness
for which I’m freed
“This cake is exceptional.” Ana gushed while taking another bite. “The citrus balances perfectly with the blueberries and rich creamy icing. How do you get it to shine through the sweetness?”
“A tablespoon of lemon zest.” I replied sipping my tea.
I must admit I do love me some lemon blueberry anything. What could go any better with a cup of Murchie’s Afternoon blend (formerly the Empress blend served exclusively during tea time at the iconic Empress Hotel in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.) The recipe for the absolutely delicious Blueberry Lemon Cake pictured in this post can be found on The Preppy Kitchen blog.
“Singular Focus” is the second image in the “Queens of the Diamond” series. It depicts the team’s third basewoman focused on a pop fly on the infield. She is tracking the flight of the ball in that brief moment before exploding into motion to make the catch.
Sports photography is not my forte but I have set out to capture some special moments for my daughter’s fast pitch team. I will post some of the best images here on Greg’s Blog throughout the summer. I hope you decide to follow along as I chronicle the girls’ journey while expanding my photographic range. I look forward to hearing what you have to say. Please leave feedback in the comment section below.
Image captured in May 2022 at the Steve Brown Sports Complex, Brantford, Ontario.
Equipment: Canon EOS 60D, EF70-200mm f/2.8L IS II USM.
Additional processing via Adobe Lightroom/Photoshop.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook @ GMG Photography, All Rights Reserved.
Sitting in my classroom
youthful and future bright.
It did not matter.
I did not cure cancer,
I did not achieve carbon neutrality,
I did not feed the hungry,
but I might have.
I carried within me,
a chance to change the world.
In a blinding instant, I lay bleeding
helpless beneath my desk.
Why was there no outcry for me?
Did I not matter?
Eighteen deadly days. Buffalo (10), Uvalde (21), Tulsa (4). What the f*ck is going on in America?
Today’s mass shooting in Tulsa marks the 233rd mass shooting in the United States this year. A mass shooting is defined as four or more shot or killed not including the shooter. That currently projects out to 560 mass shootings or 1.53 per day for 2022. That is a ridiculously insane number that needs to change.
So again I ask…
What the f*ck is going on in America? I’d love to hear your thoughts, feelings, frustrations and solutions to the United States’ gun violence problem.
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What a day! It started with an anticipatory fervor. The agenda was set as I headed out with the best of intentions. First stop, the dog groomers then Starbucks to create content for the blog. Unfortunately, the plan would die a quick death.
It was a beautiful but hot day in the Tri-Cities. The kind of day where the temperature climbs north of 30 before the day has even started and the humidity kicks the shit out of you like the shockwave from a blast furnace.
I arrived at the groomers at 8:50, a few minutes before opening. With the oil barons putting the boots to the global economy I took the opportunity to stick it back at them by shutting the machine off. After removing the keys from the ignition, I tossed them into the center console and opened the door.
A few minutes later the grooming shop unlocked the front door, so I climbed out of the car, the dog crawling across the console right behind me. Once he had jumped out I closed the door behind us and headed in. I was in the shop for approximately 45 seconds to a minute then returned to the vehicle.
I reached for the unlocked door and it doesn’t open; I try again with the same result. The noise in my head is screaming, WTF, I did not lock these doors. A twinge of panic pulsed through my body as I attempted to locate my keys in my pockets. The only problem is today’s shorts don’t have any pockets. Next, I look through the window to see my keys, wallet, and phone all stacked on the console.
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We have all met that person at some point in our life. They appear like a god or goddess and we end up completely enamoured with them, but then something unexpected happens. They open their mouths and your realized they are shallow, materialistic, cruel, and not at all what they appeared to be at first impression. Unfortunately, it’s too late, we are trapped. Stuck in a toxic and often one-sided relationship with no way to get ourselves out.
I’ve missed Song Lyric Sunday the last couple of weeks, but I am back. This week Jim at A Unique Title for Me asks us to feature a song that deals with the concepts of appearance, image, likeness, object, picture, or photograph. While the song I have chosen does not specifically mention any of these terms the song is all about the appearance and image a person projects.
The Northern Pikes are a Canadian rock outfit hailing from the prairie town of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. The band includes Jay Semko, Bryan Potvin, Merl Bryck, and Don Schmid. Although they still perform and record the period from 1987 through 1993 was the band’s heyday with songs like ‘Teenland‘, ‘Things I Do for Money‘, ‘Girl With a Problem‘, ‘Believe‘, and this week’s song choice ‘She Ain’t Pretty‘.
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The woman has one monstrous bite,
Her acrimonious air recondite.
Once caught in her noise,
You’d best keep your poise,
Or it’s good morning, good day, ‘n goodnight.
Summer is here when the girls take to the field. I spent the weekend photographing my daughter and her team hit, pitch, throw, and catch their way into the quarterfinals of the Queens of the Diamond, Division 1 fastpitch tournament in Brantford, Ontario. Sports photography is not my forte but I set out to capture some special moments for my daughter and her teammates. I will post some of the best images here on Greg’s Blog for all to see. I hope you decide to follow along as I chronicle the girls’ journey while expanding my photographic range.
“Pre-game Ritual“, the first in the “Queens of the Diamond” series depicts the Girls of Summer huddled together moments before the first pitch. Every team takes a second to block out the noise, get the adrenaline flowing, and set their focus on the battle at hand. The photograph seemed an appropriate starting point for this project. I hope you enjoy the images I’ll post throughout the summer and look forward to any feedback you may have.
Image captured in May 2022 at the Steve Brown Sports Complex, Brantford, Ontario.
Equipment: Canon EOS 60D, EF70-200mm f/2.8L IS II USM.
Additional processing via Adobe Lightroom/Photoshop.
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook @ GMG Photography, All Rights Reserved.
The following is in response to Fandango’s Provocative Question #166. The prompt is:
Do you feel that President Biden’s plea to take action and to do something to stem the rising tide of gun violence in America have any impact? Or will lawmakers at both the federal and state levels do nothing more than offer their useless “thoughts and prayers,” which is all they ever do?
Content Warning: Offensive Language
Ten days, 21 more lives, 19 of them ten-year-old children. The same old news with different names, different faces, and subtly different storylines. The one thing they all have in common is the same all too familiar outcome.
Unfortunately Fandango, I don’t believe Biden’s call for action will have any effect on Federal and State politicians, the NRA, individual gun owners, and most everyday Americans. These types of pleas have fallen on stone deaf ears in the past and there are no signs that America’s views on guns are any different now than in the past.
I have already heard from family and friends in the United States and in particular, Texas that don’t believe gun control is the solution. Instead, they believe training and arming teachers to carry in school is the answer. It appears the best option is to shoot our way out of these messes.
Hell, I suggest we not stop there, empty the entire gas can on the dumpster fire. Let the elementary kids carry too, on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday they should take several hours out of science, math, and literature (but not religion) classes and learn how to shoot stuff (or each other.) If that sounds ridiculous, it’s because it absolutely is ridiculous. If you are reading this and it doesn’t sound absurd to you then let me spell it out…
The answer is NEVER more access to guns! NEVER!!!
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