The End

© 2010 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.


This image is me exercising artistic license. It is not meant to frighten or indicate intent. The image is to show a real place where some of us find ourselves from time to time.

I ask that if you are having subsidal thoughts, tell someone, seek help, and know that there are a lot of us out here in the world that understand and care!

D. L.

Paranoia in the Underground

Paranoia in the Underground

Paranoia is a prevalent occurance deep underground in a tube on an extremely long esculater ride. I witnessed this in a friend I was with and the eyes of people we encountered espically in this tube on the D.C. metro subway line. To me this image portrays this feeling…

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Blue Mood–in b&w

Blue Mood

While, visiting me last time I was in hospital, I caught my dear wife, Dawn, just staring out the window and thought it pretty well depicted both of our moods…

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We are the Choices We Make

We are the Choices We Make

The image is a composite of a foggy late evening in the woods and Black-eyed Susan’s and Queen Anne’s Lace…the cold and dark and warm and light…it’s always your choice!

Copyright © 2009 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs (THAT MEANS NO ADS AND NO SELLING OF ANY KIND) but is to include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me, D L Ennis. Link to be used…(Visual Thoughts

NOTE: Commercial use, and the creation of prints, must be purchased! For more information you can contact me here.

The Haunting in You

You can’t run from the haunting in you!

Your deed was dirty and evil in kind
Now you’re running for your life you’re loosing your mind
In the midnight forest in the mountains deep
Imagination wide open and your mind can’t sleep
What’s that sound to the left?
What’s that sound to the right?
What’s that sound that that you hear that goes bump in the night?
You set down to rest, your back to a large tree
But fear overcomes you, your mind’s on a spree
Of death and of terror…
And of things that approach you unnaturally
You feel your chest growing tight to your back
As the ground below you opens a crack
A hand reaches up from the cold dampen earth
And you beg to bargain, but what your life worth?
You scream as you promise to change your ways
If God will save you; give you back your lost days
Daylight comes and you’re back on the run
Will you run to the light?
Will you’re promise be done?
As you run you remember the dark will return
Betray your promise and tonight you may burn

You awaken from your nightmare but the damage is done
Do you turn yourself in?
Or do you really run?
You can’t run from yourself and you are what you do
The place where you live is the haunting in you

Copyright © 2009 D L Ennis

So, who will it be in 2012?

Now that we have elected America’s first black president…what’s there to look forward to in 2012? We know that if all goes as planned Democrats will be behind Obama again but the big question is…will the MSM?

Let’s face it, the MSM by rallying the great American two legged cattle around their call for everyone to be a part of history is what won the election for Obama. Even with the record amount of money that the Obama campaign raised that money didn’t do near as much for him as the billions of dollars of free coverage he got from the MSM.

I believe that future historians will see Americans of 2008 as the MSM cattle with the reality show mentality and the MSM with the true electoral power. In this election the majority of Americans behaved like a heard of preteen and teenaged girls at a Jonas Brothers show.

So, who will be the 2012 rock star? If he don’t totally screw up Obama will have a good chance of repeating his performance. So who could still the spotlight from him? Some think Palin will be there and then there are still the diehard Hillary fans who will want to see her run but no. Hillary had the only chance she will ever have this year and it was stolen by the DNC who jumped on the MSM for Obama bandwagon…they knew that Obama would be a sure thing with the American MSM behind him.

No, I don’t think that 2012 will se a white woman who will be able to contend. I believe that the MSM will still be a little perturbed by the Hillary fans that challenged them this year

I believe that if Obama is to be beat in 2012 and especially if the Republicans want back in then they are going to have to pull a rabbit out of their hat. What do I mean by that? A strong and intelligent black woman…A Condoleezza Rice perhaps.

That’s what I see for 2012…if the repubs can talk Ms. Rice into it.

So, for 2012 I see Obama vs. Rice with Rice winning. I really think that the MSM electoral board would go for a black female over a second term black male!

Days Like This

I hate the days
when I exist only in the dark and icy recesses of my mind
When the sun shines bright outside
and misery dwells within
when hope evades me
and the future looks to a dead-end
when awareness frightens my being back to sleep
where a dark corner is my only friend
and the thought of encountering another person
is more terrifying than the end of existence
It’s almost too much to bear…days like this

D L Ennis © 2008

The Smile and Wave Initiative

A Sociological Experiment:

The Smile and Wave Initiative

The first time I smiled and waved at this gentleman he looked at me like I was insane…now look at that big smile…he waves and smiles like that every time he sees me now.

This is in an attempt to start at the most basic level to get people to start being kinder to one another…to ease some of our social woes and smooth relations between racial and class tensions.

This kind of thing will work but it takes time for people in our society to take to good habits and deeds. A large part of our society easily gravitates to bad habits and misdeeds which is counterproductive and builds walls between us. It’s been said before but I don’t think it’s been said enough or loud enough…

”We have to become a kinder and gentler people and nation!”

The best place to start and get everyone involved is to start in the most basic place with the most basic deeds.

My Story:

For the last few months I have been doing a lot of shooting in the nearest city to me, Lynchburg, Virginia. There are two reasons for this…one is due to circumstance; the price of gas has stopped a lot of my riding the back roads of the Blue Ridge Mountains doing the kind of photography I have always loved. The second reason is a desire to grow and shoot things I have never done much of, people, city streets and buildings etc.

While shooting in the city I noticed that so many people I see are walking around looking sad, complacent, and some look very angry…no one acknowledging one another as they pass on the sidewalks. I thought how cool it would be if we were different…if we offered each other a “good day,” “how are you?,” or “hello” or if nothing else a nod of the head and maybe a smile.

So, I thought maybe I should give it a try! I began as I was driving through the city streets that every time some one looked at me I would smile and through up my hand. Some folks waved back, some smiled and waved back, and some looked at me like I had lost my mind.

I have continued this practice and it is amazing how many people now smile and wave at me as I go by and usually before I have time to greet them first…some even run out to my truck at stoplights and ask me how I am. There are places in Lynchburg that before I started this I would have been leery about getting out of my truck and now I feel perfectly safe. In fact, when I am walking on a sidewalk in town I speak to everyone I meet whether they look at me or not and more and more often a lot of these same people, even ones who turned their heads the other way when I spoke are now speaking and saying hello to me. People in stores, shops, restaurants, offices, and banks through up a hand as I walk by…it’s a good feeling!

Doing this won’t cost you a thing and will not only make you a better person for doing it but you may be surprised how good it will make you feel, and others! Please try it and get your friends and families doing it!

It’s an easy start to making this a better world!

Hey, and if any of you try this, and I hope you will, let me know how it goes for you!

Lost in Darkness

Lost in darkness the torched souls of when linger in eternal night, and as their numbers grow the manner of nocturne breeds further apathy to light, and the weight of sadness rest on us all and the burden darkens our essence.

Buck Taylor had been working at the Buckskin general store since he was tall enough to reach the counter. Now eighty-nine years old he had hoped to be taking it easy, relaxing on the banks of Taylor Lake, fishing and daydreaming.

When Bucks parents passed away in the nineteen-sixties, he and his wife, Francine, took over the store and in 1981, at fifty-one years old, Francine passed away while giving birth to their son, Jeremy, Buck nearly gave up.

Jeremy grew up, not only an only child, but the only child in the town of Buckskin…population thirty-four. In the nineteen-thirties Buckskin had been a thriving tobacco community with a population of over eleven hundred people. World War II took many of Buckskins sons and the war in Vietnam took even more.

Later on, as the world seemed to get smaller and the kids grew up and left for bigger cities in search of a better life, the population of Buckskin grew smaller and older. Now the graveyard at the only church in town had a population ten times grater than the town itself.

Jeremy was home schooled by Marylyn Stapleton, a retired schoolteacher who grew up in Buckskin and taught school in Richmond some sixty miles away. When Maryland retired, having never married, she moved back to her hometown to live out her retirement, and as it turned out she would mentor Jeremy, a relationship needed by both.

Jeremy was like the son or grandson of everyone in Buckskin filling a void needed by the aged, and they, a substitute for playmates for Jeremy.

When Jeremy turned eighteen he would drive to Richmond once a month to pick up supplies for the store. One day while on this errand he noticed a recruitment sign for the National Guard. He thought by joining the National Guard he could get out of Buckskin once in awhile and spend time with people his own age, and since there was no real need for the store to be open all day every day it wasn’t like he’d be abandoning his dad.

Buck worried but knew that Jeremy needed this as much as he needed Jeremy so he only offered words of encouragement.

Two years later on September 11, 2001 terrorist would fly airliners into the World Trade Center, Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania and Buck knew it was only a matter of time before Jeremy would be leaving.

In spring of 2003 Jeremy’s unit was sent to Iraq. Jeremy, being an only son could have gotten out of it but he wanted to go out of a sense of obligation and a thirst to see more of the world.

Buck and the rest of Jeremy’s surrogate fathers and mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers all worried collectively for Jeremy’s safety and they all spent a good part of their time in church praying and telling stories about Jeremy.

The weeks passed and no one had heard a word from or about Jeremy, and as the worry grew the days seemed to grow darker. They all stopped talking and soon no one was venturing out to do their chores or anything else.

In July a military car pulled up to Buck’s store, Buck lived in a small house attached to the back of the store. Curtains parted in every window within sight but no one came out; everyone knew what the officers were there for…Jeremy was dead.

It rained the day they buried Jeremy, and all of the extended family was in attendance. Every expression was sad and the only one who spoke was Preacher Johnson.

That night was the darkest of any night the world had ever known and the air was thick with sadness. There were no lights on anywhere, and even though the skies had cleared the stars refused to shine. Buckskin may as well have never existed and to the rest of the spinning world it didn’t.

When light finally returned at dawn, after the long night of darkness, a car pulled up to the Buckskin General Store.

Two people exited the car, a man and a woman, a husband and wife taking the back roads to Richmond stopped for coffee. They walked into the store and were greeted by no one. They shouted out but no one answered. The walked back outside and the man shouted, “Is there anyone around?” Nothing…

They got back in the car and headed out of town and as they approached the church they slowed, “Look as the size of that graveyard!” The woman said. “How can it be so dark?”

There were no trees to shade it and not a cloud in the sky.

“Did you see that?” the man asked.

“Can we please get away from here…the mood here is really dark!”

As they drove away darkness spread from the graveyard to engulf all of Buckskin, and the gloomy weight of sad souls would be all that remained of the little town forever lost in darkness.

Copyright © 2008 D L Ennis



I don’t know if this gentleman was feeling lonely or not but seeing him sitting there like this evoked a lonely feeling in me!

2008 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.

NOTE: Permission for the use of my images is granted for personal websites and blogs but is to include a link back to this site and proper credit given to me, D L Ennis. Link to be used…(Visual Thoughts

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Too Many Deaths to Live

By the time of day, I know,
the sun must be shining bright,
but to me it is darker than any night.
I can’t seem to find a way to pull myself out,
I’m lost in a world of demons, and devils,
of all consuming self-doubt,
and pity for myself, pathetic I know,
it can’t be helped.
There is no control over the thoughts that invade my mind;
the never-ending rush of demons that fill my consciousness tortures me.
Demons of my own creation; demons that now…control my every thought.
The very same mischievous sprites that were slowly…
and now more hastily, draining life from my pathetic body.

Still, a slow torture no matter how quickly they work.
Now, I can only hope the end is near,
the pain is unbearable, and the wait…is the life of one painful death after another.
Asking for help is a thing that is ever fleeting,
almost a thing; a thought that never excised.
Hell on earth is now a truth, having been debated throughout my existence.
There is no heaven; unless death itself is heaven: I can only hope.
I now, instead of asking for help from human kind and gods…that do not exist.

I am begging for death…

A single death…

A permanent death to hurry my way…

Copyright © 2001, D L Ennis