It’s been a little while since I’ve posted here so I’m going to vomit a few weeks worth of my project 52 shots and get up to date and hopefully get back to making this literary magic happen again, because, you know, I’m the best writer ever.

I believe the last teleidoscope piece you had the very special privilege to view was, well, the very first, and I’m now on number 12, so, holy slacker, Aquaman, let’s get right down to it.

2/52: Music

3/52: Mother Nature

4/52: Starvation

5/52: Smoke

6/52: Silence

7/52: Cold

8/52: Time

9/52: Illusion

10/52: Under The Rain

11/52: Obsession

12/52: Danger Ahead

And to write of this most recent, I think it’s safe to say that we all imagine some form of danger coming up in our lives.

No matter how safe we play it, no matter how optimistic we may be, something isn’t going to go the way we would have liked, and this idea always seems to be there, lurking in the back of our minds, telling us to proceed and live with a little more caution.

This, of course, is different when we are younger and feel as if we’re invincible, partly because we’re ignorant, partly because we’re not as damaged and worn as we are as we age.

I am a firm believer that we all need to be a little more ignorant and fearless though and that we need to grab hold of that inner child and be a little more reckless sometimes.

Easier said than done, I know, but really, without danger, life’s just comfortable, and as nice as comfort may be, it doesn’t hold a candle anywhere near fun.