You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Keep Looking
Posted on November 6, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Two mornings this past week, early by any standards and with only consideration as opposed to planning, I stepped out into a city enveloped in fog.
I was inspired and took with me my camera.
Away from the sleepy condos of downtown Toronto, I ventured to the lakeshore and, balancing what little light there was with what little direction or familiarity I had with the landscape, I began to make photographs of the beauty and truth unfolding in front of me.
I was pulled into the reality I felt, content with what I saw (even as it changed as daylight became more apparent).
The first morning I was fumbling with my equipment, learning by trial and error you might say. The second morning, two days later — augmented y the experience of the first morning — I felt a little more freedom to indulge my creativity.
Each day provided a different kind of satisfaction.
My reality, from day to day, changes. In looking back now at the images I captured, I do see the reality I was trying to uncover almost as much as what was there.
I know I will keep looking.
11/06/2022 j.g.l.
