Good evening everyone .

The pictures below were taken last fall with my Canon SX740-HS.

The one with a red circle is without any zoom , the red circle indicates the level of 

zoom on the next picture that shows a gazebo close up.

I did not bring my tripod and is was cold , if I knew I was going to be shooting I would have

dressed warmer // brought my tripod // warm coffee , all the stuff needed for a great shoot.

However it was a spur of the moment type of thing , the water looked so peaceful , I had

to capture it and at the same time check out the zoom. I really regret not bring my tripod , 

but this is New England and we have a bunch of falls left to come. 

I plan to revisit this small pond before the leaves fall this year , these were taken towards

the end , but still some great color.

Enjoy , I do , until next time , thanks for stopping by. 

Dreamer 

Hello everyone and Happy Thursday , and welcome to the latest edition of my blog.

Todays topic is somewhat deep , deeper than it may seem on the surface , if so please read it again.

We who are disassociating from our world must look at the world in a different way.

We often see blurs , like ripples on the ocean. The difference being is that our oceans are rarely calm.

Our world is often seen as ‘just fine’ when in fact it is far from it.

The ‘back-story’ is actually the forward to a greater issue , one that needs assistance but is so often seen as a helpless situation. 

It is not really , just very difficult for most to grasp.

Upon closing this preface I need to ask the following question : 

Do you remember your dreams ? 

Have you ever wanted to revisit them ?

You might be like me and ask ‘ What Dream ? ‘ 

If so , the answer might be found here in my latest verse. 

What Dream ?

You say you had a dream ?

I have had lots of dreams , I dream of running errands and trying to keep house.

I dream of fixing my car when it breaks , gassing up when the tank is dry.

Paying bills is also a dream , as is paying taxes and the like.

Buying clothes to keep me warm , washing clothes to look the part.

I dream of all I do , cooking , doing dishes , cleaning .

When I eat it is dreaming , and on rare occasions I leave for a while , I am dreaming still.

When I dream my arms and legs go numb , I can still walk and use my arms.

The pain from old age never leaves , even when I dream.

My life is filled with dreams , constantly dreaming .

As I write this I dream , while I watch my favorite movie , I dream

When I surf the web , I dream.

When I play my guitar or keyboard , I dream.

The only time I never dream is when I try to sleep.

Of course if I could I would probably dream still.

The fun part is trying to differentiate dreams from dreams.

You go through your day , always dreaming a dream within a dream.

For most people it truly would be a dreamy situation.

If your dreams are called disassociation , 

then your dreams are called, 

nightmares , will they never end ? , so ,   I just keep dreaming ?

Have you ever tried ?

Not to dream ?

I  tried once , but I was younger then.

© Gary Stanton Ingerson

January 29th , 2020

Hello everyone , we are now getting close to ending the first month of 2020.

Today it rained , so much better than the snow that would normally fall.

An odd start this January , but could I or we expect anything less ?

I rather arduous month to be sure , not the way I had hoped to start the new year.

That brings me to mention a couple of things. 

Many people suffer from what society calls mental illness. I however suggest many do not , at least not in the form of psychosis and complete madness that many people equate and encapsulate with mental disorders.

There are many reasons why a person might be what society calls mentally ill , however they are able to go about there day , running errands , cooking meals , many work to support the many hobbies and likes of life they enjoy just like anyone else .

Surely you must now be thinking if a person can do all that , how can they be called mentally ill ?

We need to eliminate a generalized term for those who suffer in silence , for they are not mentally ill , 

but rather they are Emotionally Ill. 

All we need is so easy , yet so hard for many to do.

Ask questions ! Most people suffering from anxiety and or depression would love a chance to talk about it without having to pay to do so.  A soft spoken hello could easily blossom into a life long friendship.

If you are out and about , and notice someone who seems to be in emotional distress , please take the time to approach them in kindness and respect and simply ask ‘ are you ok ? ‘ 

Three words , easy words , yet they carry with them the hopes of all man and woman kind.

With that I offer you ‘ What ? Never-Evermore ‘ . This verse I wrote last night in a moment of generalized discord within my mind. I had no idea this was going to be the end result.

What started out as checking my evening mail , turned into a need to write and with that need came the verse I wrote to help ease a weary mind and tired soul.

So often what you have read and will read comes from a moments notice , a simple act of

typing what my brain wants to see. 

So does this mean I am crazy ?  I would have to retort , it means I feel more than most.

Gaudi designed , van Gogh painted and Gary writes.

Please enjoy with light of heart and an open mind ,  and I`ll see you next time on Dreamers Place.

What ? Never-Evermore 

What Does This Mean ?

When you listen to a song , what happens ?

When you smell something from long ago , what do you feel ?

When you close your eyes and see wondrous views of colorful hues , what does it mean ?

Songs of verses , songs of hearts and loves , never apart from where we belong.

The fragrant wisp of so long ago , knocking at your senses door , I want more.

Eyes too weary to view all the colors and hues you view , but were able too anyway.

So … ,  what does this mean ?

A voice from long ago reaches to your very soul as if to say , where you been ?

A flower blooms in the dark and cold winters night , but not outside , but clear of sight.

Eyes think younger now , they see what others refuse to view.

There are many now , , from where we no not where , but they are here.

We have all heard the music play , we have all scented the fragrant flower , 

we caught a better view.

Nights falls and with it a lull of silence .

The pedals of the flower have retreated from view , but only to save there hue.

The scent of a love gone bye , but not so long ago forgotten .

We are who we are , and there is nothing more to do today.

But , …

The light of a new day shall shine the darkness away , far from view.

All that was sleeping in colorful hues , now comes into glorious sight

Noise , O - what joyful noise , can it be ? it must be , and finally it has begun.

One volley shot , one last blow beneath the mast , we fight this wondrous battle.

Victoriously fought , struggles were many , but casualties were few , this time.

How can this be , going from one to another without thought or reason ?

The joyful , wondrous mind of the anxious soul , just wait for the next round .

What have we found , can not be but must be , so we gaze and wonder.

For evermore.

Anxious , depressed and lonely still the night robs our thoughts.

We can only hope the some day  , 

Nevermore.

© Gary Stanton Ingerson

January 25th , 2020

Hello everyone and happy winters days !

I hope all is well in your world.  It snowed last night , although we were lucky and did not receive that much snow , but when you are not a fan of winter a little can seem like a lot.

Days are like winters , some are stormy while others are clear and pleasant.

Life often mimics our surroundings and like a winters storm , all that the storm brings , pass with time.

Today I offer you a verse written last September.  I hope this piece will offer some support if your world is sad or in turmoil. All storms come and all leave , some so fast , while others so slow.

Please enjoy with peace " I Saw A Storm Today " , and as always , comments are welcome.

Until next time , take care ,  Dreamer.

I Saw A Storm Today

Days pass so fast , they never last .

A storm is coming , to take us all , capture us from all , 

saving us from all.

So what is ‘All’ 

All is the neverending dread that fills all our lives.

It is the night that refuses to light the way , and never obeys our cries.

I saw a storm today , saw , not ‘ I am seeing’ .

The storm is now over , light , light everywhere.

What is this glorious light that warms like a mothers soft breath ?

Safe am I , somehow I am safe , I have made it through the storm.

A little worn perhaps , but still here , torn and tattered , but lasting still.

For all who can`t see the will of life , live this life , and be torn no more.

We drink from the same cup , we eat from the same plate.

We know not what we are served , but we know it shall protect us from all fate.

I woke up today , and felt no pain or sadness .

I was no longer lame , to lame to walk ,  I was no more.

Written long ago , and spoken many times , maybe now so long ago we

can finally hear that what was once asleep , has now awoken from slumber. 

Meet your new day , for the sky is clear.

© Gary Stanton Ingerson

September 3rd , 2019

Good evening everyone , I hope this Saturday has been a pleasant one.

It was warm for January , it hit a high of 63º up here in the normally frozen north.
Tonight I offer your reading enjoyment a piece that was written over two years ago. 

It brings to mind all that we think we know and all that is left to learn.

I offer you this verse and as always any comments are welcome.

Thoughts In Total Clarity

We have a dream , or is it ?

Could it be a “dream within a dream”?

I have woken and the world has not changed

but I have , it was not a dream.

Did I choose this path 

Or was it predestined ?

How many can say , I have not had such an event ?

Are we not human , do we not breath , our hearts beat ?

We each wait for the next move , this grand game of Chess.

Who moved first ? , we have waited so long.

No poem , no rhyme or reason , just thoughts.

Tomorrow will be here soon , with many questions yet to answer.

The question remains , 

Is this a dream or a fact of clarification of life ?

© Gary Stanton Ingerson

December  5th , 2017

Hello on this Sunday , I hope today finds you well and at peace.

Today for my first entry I offer you "Too Far" . It is an original free verse written back in 2018.

It is not an early piece of work , but rather one I felt was a good way to start the blog.

Too Far , is many things , but in the end it is about holding on to your truth and finding your direction.

Please free to comment , thank you , Dreamer 💖

Too Far 

A Conversation :

It is a bridge , it is very well built and designed.

How would I know this , you asked ?

Because I built it , so you are an architect ? 

No , I am not , I am just a child of God who has seen too much.

In this life.

What have you seen ? 

I could tell you , but you are to young to be burdened with such horrors.

This world is not for either of us , 

But it will be for you , it is your choice to have it all or let it go.

But I don`t understand ?

A long time ago a person walk this earth , telling stories and helping others.

Not many people liked him when He lived , but after he was put to death.

There were many who were sad.

Then why did they kill this person ?

Because they did not understand that one man could change the hatred or the world.

Well if they killed him , then what good could he do not being on earth ?

He did a lot alive , but in his resurrected life He has done so much more.

What has he done ?

He has saved us all from certain doom , we only have to do one simple act.

What must we do ?

You must love Him as much as He loves you .

So what has this got to do with your bridge ?

I have suffered to , and I have been happy at times , many years ago.

So you are not happy ?

I am pleased in knowing when my life ends , I will dwell in the House of The Lord.

But how do you know this ? Did he speak to you ?

No , I have never heard my Brother speak , but I have felt his voice on may occasions.

There is far more to speech , than just listening.

What more is there ?

Love.

© Gary Stanton Ingerson 

May 31st , 2018

Dreamer`s Place

Hello and welcome to Dreamer`s Place  .

This is a personal blog meant for public view !! 

So does this mean I am sharing all my deepest , darkest secrets to the world ?

> No !! It simply means all that I post is intended to be helpful and fun for all ages.

My goal is to bring a sense of unity and sanity to an otherwise maddening world !!

If anyone has ideas on how to make this better , well then … all the better !!

Enjoy a place to read original content and to view original pictures of our world.

The stories posted here are original works and they are copy protected as indicated by a ©.

Please do not copy & paste or in any other form steal that which does not belong to you .

Not only is it against the law , it is just not a nice thing to do , and it goes against what this blog stands for. 

If you have any questions regarding content you wish to use and would like to know policies for use of original content , please contact me anytime.

This is all new to me , not the writing or photos , but the ‘blogging’ so … as I muddle through each step , please understand we all must stumble and fall before we can run !!

Enjoy , and thanks for stopping by !

Dreamer  ____ January 5th , 2020