Start Noticing

     I’ve always had two perspectives on death. One is, the thought of death can be terrifying. Knowing that somehow, someday, I will eventually die is mind boggling. I don’t know if I will ever want to die. I always question what the point of being successful in life is, if everyone dies in the end. Why do we graduate high school, go to college, and find a job if all that happens in the end is death? Is there a point to living? Can an animal have an idea on what death is like? Does it terrify them to die as well? I hate the cry of an animal; the screeching of their voice makes me so upset.
      I can’t stand a human hurting one. Are a lot of animals scared of humans because we’ve hurt them so much? Do they see us as a threat? Imagine humans being constantly scared of something they cannot control being killed by. I don’t understand why the world is like this. For at least 30 minutes a day for four days a week, I have been keeping a sharp eye on all of the animals. I hope that we can one day make peace and live a no harm against animals world.
     No creature deserves to be killed. When I went to the Marina just recently, I witness many small fish being caught by the fisherman there. This is what triggered my thinking on humans killing other life on earth. The fish looked so scared of the fisherman. Flapping around furiously and in a panic. I hate seeing stuff like that. More people should realize what they are doing to animals.                                                                                                                         

Not Just Observing But Being Observed

Observing may sound like an easy task, but it takes time, focus, and patience. Over the last several weeks I’ve discovered plenty. I’ve learned about the different forms of life that the Marina holds. Although, I have not yet been discovered myself. By that I mean that I have in a way, invaded some of the life forms habitat. Also known as their home. I’ve been studying them, taking notes, taking pictures, and picking at some of their surroundings. Earlier this week, I realized that as I observe the Marina, I just might be being observed myself. As I continue to go to the Marina, I must be catching the attention of the some of the life forms there. I am always around the ducks. , I always get as close as possible to see the detail on their feathers. I have started to feed them bread. They seem to like it. I hope that I haven’t created unpleasant company. They stare at me as if I’m some sort of alien. When I am around them they are always so peaceful and they keep to themselves. I wonder if I start to interact more with the ducks they’ll grow a liking to me. Or maybe they’ll start to recognize me each time I approach them. I am excited to try and create a relationship with them. Do they interact more once they are comfortable? Will I be able to gain their trust? As I observe,they will be observing me and watching me. I will be judged by the ducks.

Maybe "Boring" Isn't So Boring Afterall

It was 7:46pm,I went to the dog park hoping that there would be someone their playing with their dogs. I love watching the interaction between man and dog. At first I was bummed out when there was no one. But then I went and sat at the bottom of the hill near the water. Looking for something to observe,I noticed the rocks in the water. To most people,(myself included) rocks have a dull and boring appearance.If the rock isn't pretty and colorful,I don't have much interest in it.I pulled a few rocks out of the water. They were worn down and loosing their color. I wasn't captured by their appearance,but more like the history behind them. How long have these rocks been in the water? Where did they originate from? Have they always been at the Marina? How did they even get here? Rocks come in all different shapes,colors,and sizes. Does the environment have an impact on the way they look? There has to be some kind of logic behind the rocks.
I plan do do more research on the background behind rocks. Observing every detail they come with. I will gather a variety of rocks and place them in different environments to see how they react.
When I was little,I picked up a rock from Shadow Mountain Near Reed High school. The rock was orange and a grayish purple color. It was very dry and rigid. I put lotion all over the rock hoping it would become smoother, It didn't. I wonder if there is a proper way to change the texture of the rocks. I will soon find out. I am excited to turn what I considered boring in something fascinating.

Overlooking The Park

As I rocked back and fourth on the cold swing,I could hear the squeaking of the chains each time I swayed back. There was no one around at this time of night. No one in sight. It was kind of creepy,I got the chills as I blankly stared at the play set. It reminded me of a horror movie. I became distracted by the very awkward man who has sat down on the bench near the play set across from me. He was all alone,just peacefully admiring the Marina. I wonder why he has come so late? Is he more comfortable at this time of night? Does he feel at peace with the quiet? He starts to humm and whistle. As he plays a song in his head,as he snaps his fingers and taps his foot to the rhythm of the beat,I begin to humm with him. I begin to snap my fingers and tap my foot. And in some werid psychological way,I start to connect with this man. I connect with him without him knowing. We are sharing a bond and he has no idea. I calmly sway on this imperfectly perfect swing and whispered to myself,"This is perfect. "This is real.." I hope that I continue to have connections as I observe over the next two months. It is much more interesting.