a (stupid?) thought

Dang, there are times that I *HATE* the mood choices on AOL journals.  Anyway, I digest.

ROFL, that "digest" thing cracked me up!  It's sad to laugh at your own jokes.  :(

I have a dream, deep down inside.  It's a dream to take pictures.  No, I'm no photographer, by any means.  I don't want to do portraits, or landscapes, or animal pics.  There is a specific subject that interests me, and I think I could make a damn good book out of it.  The problem is:  I see the pictures in my mind, but there is no text, no words.  Maybe some of mom's poems for some...maybe a comment about how I feel for others...but there are some that I see, in my head, that need something.

Yeah, I'm not flat-out saying what my idea is, but the reason is simple:  I think it's such a *DAMN* good idea, that I am afraid someone will take it.  Yeah, it sounds egotistical, but it's where I am.  I plan to start this weekend.  More to come.