I Am The Captain Of My Soul
Spring is in full swing here and life is mirroring the season.
Cincinnati holds an annual festival called, The Taste of Cincinnati, at which many of the eateries within the city have a booth and serve samples of their food. Cincinnati has a strong German heritage which is reflected in the types of food offered. A few concert stages are erected, several blocks of the downtown area are blocked off, and bands play late into the evening while people mill about eating and drinking.
Krohn Conservatory is another local attraction that also holds an annual event at this time of year. For a month the Conservatory is filled with butterflies. Tens of thousands of them are flown in and released for guests to see and hold.
Today I visited both events during my daily walk of many miles.
I also recently purchased a guitar. I am taking lessons and finding it a great joy, though the tips of my fingers are sore! I have not played the guitar before, so it is a new experience. I did play the trumpet for many years when young and became very proficient. I am scheduled to go see a used one for purchase next week.
I will leave you with a poem. I love poetry and find some parallels between it and art/photography. They are both a means of communicating the infinite.
Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.