pleasures

Life is too short not to find pleasure. I enjoy music and I love to dance to it in clubs or in my apartment. A feeling of almost euphoria can overcome me when I am dancing to one of my favourite songs [especially as the darkness and fog envelope me]. I close my eyes, and I can be anywhere I want. I can even fly.

I find great pleasure [mental+physical] in being with my partner. That's the way it should be but not the way it always is.

I enjoy the internet, sometimes far too much due to it's addictive nature. It's amazing how fast the hours can pass online. And you realize you haven't eaten or slept. And how sore your back can get should you not sit up straight. And how boring it actually is.

I find pleasure in having a drink, especially white wines, rose wines, coolers, beer, flavoured yummy drinks, .... Alcohol need be imbibed in moderation.  [My name is winter and I have a problem with alcohol].

Black and white photography is a hobby of mine, though I don't have my own or access to a dark room. I generally use 400 film, and prefer Ilford. I am resigned for the moment to paying someone else to develop my prints, which restricts the pocket-book as well as creative control beyond the click of the shutter. A college course will give me the desired access, but at what cost?  The photographs you see scattered about these pages are mine, and are, of course, copyrighted by me. I eventually hope to expand the collection to include more of my work.

I enjoy watching films, and include many among my favourites, though I find it unnecessary to place a list of them online.

I find the burning of candles to be a very soothing experience, and usually have at least one burning when I am home.   Incense is nice as well.

Dried roses hang from my walls, or rest in arrangements. Something infinitely beautiful is found in these dead flowers. [beauty in darkness and death]

Death is all around me, and though I do not find pleasure in the death of friends, I make an attempt not to dwell and to continue living.  Too young for death, but I count far too many of friends who no longer walk the earth in a form recognizable to me. One cannot fight the inevitable, and one cannot fight the past. We must reap as much enjoyment out of life as we can before it is cut short.  We cannot deny ourselves life, even in the face of death.