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"Tahquamenon Tuesday"😁 I had the privilege of going to the Upper Peninsula, this past weekend with the wonderful @kellyshogren and spend a short, but beautiful stay with her and her family. Unfortunately the autumn colors weren't peaking yet, but still, it was a very beautiful atmosphere. 
Thanks to all of you who make this a wonderful place to socialize and share my perspectives with you.
I am really happy to be back! 
I am currently in the process of starting a Facebook business page, I call "Feeding your Soul" photography (thank you Kelly for the idea😘)
Unfortunately, at this time, I am beyond busy and can't quite get to finishing it.
But I'm hoping to in the next month or so.
In the meantime, I do have a personal Facebook page up, under Robert Butterson.
I'm not on there very much, but if you have a Facebook page, hit me up! I would love to be your friend on there😊
I hope you all had an amazing day today❤

"Tahquamenon Tuesday"😁 I had the privilege of going to the Upper Peninsula, this past weekend with the wonderful @kellyshogren and spend a short, but beautiful stay with her and her family. Unfortunately the autumn colors weren't peaking yet, but still, it was a very beautiful atmosphere. Thanks to all of you who make this a wonderful place to socialize and share my perspectives with you. I am really happy to be back! I am currently in the process of starting a Facebook business page, I call "Feeding your Soul" photography (thank you Kelly for the idea😘) Unfortunately, at this time, I am beyond busy and can't quite get to finishing it. But I'm hoping to in the next month or so. In the meantime, I do have a personal Facebook page up, under Robert Butterson. I'm not on there very much, but if you have a Facebook page, hit me up! I would love to be your friend on there😊 I hope you all had an amazing day today❤

From the unknown. . . 
That from which we are born.
Interestingly enough,
Into the unknown we go,
When it's time to perish as well. . . 
But in the between is something unique.
The unknown is, a place we learn to take paths,
Sometimes good, sometimes not so great.
But making the choice is what we live for. . . 
Making mistakes is how we learn to live.
How we breathe?
All depends on how we speak.
Do we live the good life,
Or travel down the bad?
Either way you look at it,
It always begins, 
Down the unknown path. . .

From the unknown. . . That from which we are born. Interestingly enough, Into the unknown we go, When it's time to perish as well. . . But in the between is something unique. The unknown is, a place we learn to take paths, Sometimes good, sometimes not so great. But making the choice is what we live for. . . Making mistakes is how we learn to live. How we breathe? All depends on how we speak. Do we live the good life, Or travel down the bad? Either way you look at it, It always begins, Down the unknown path. . .

It was a short day. . . 
I could feel the wind nestled between my toes,
Like yesterday and the day before,
And so on and so fourth.
The ducks and geese will begin their descent,
As the sun warms their feathers,
And the wind sends a message to all their friends.
A short day,
But one gathered in warmth of the earth's fire.
The crisp of the air,
The heartbeat of life,
Filling the souls desire the feeling of being satisfied. . .
It was a short day. . . 
But one for the books,
As the wind nestled between my toes.

It was a short day. . . I could feel the wind nestled between my toes, Like yesterday and the day before, And so on and so fourth. The ducks and geese will begin their descent, As the sun warms their feathers, And the wind sends a message to all their friends. A short day, But one gathered in warmth of the earth's fire. The crisp of the air, The heartbeat of life, Filling the souls desire the feeling of being satisfied. . . It was a short day. . . But one for the books, As the wind nestled between my toes.

The Lily sat upon it's pad,
Not daydreaming,
Only reflecting on the beauty of the life it has.
Soaking up sun rays,
Listening to the sound of the song birds parade,
All while resting on the calmness of the lakes glass.
Reacting to no violence,
No sound of distraught.
For a Lily knows not these things,
Only the beauty and color of which life creates.
A beauty that rests deep in the souls of the worst of us,
Waiting to escape,
Waiting to be like the Lily on the pad,
Down by the glass like lake. . .

The Lily sat upon it's pad, Not daydreaming, Only reflecting on the beauty of the life it has. Soaking up sun rays, Listening to the sound of the song birds parade, All while resting on the calmness of the lakes glass. Reacting to no violence, No sound of distraught. For a Lily knows not these things, Only the beauty and color of which life creates. A beauty that rests deep in the souls of the worst of us, Waiting to escape, Waiting to be like the Lily on the pad, Down by the glass like lake. . .

Though the years had whittled him to nothing more than a heart beat and a breath of stale air.
He didn't given up hope,
That his Sunshine was out there. . .
Somewhere.
Time was not on his side,
But she was. . . 
And when he saw her,
He realized,
Life had only just begun.
She was his sunshine,
Everything else faded into the night.
And when he kissed her lips,
Heaven bent,
And he lost his breathe.
Nothing more can be said,
For he found his light. . .
He had found his Sunshine. . .

Though the years had whittled him to nothing more than a heart beat and a breath of stale air. He didn't given up hope, That his Sunshine was out there. . . Somewhere. Time was not on his side, But she was. . . And when he saw her, He realized, Life had only just begun. She was his sunshine, Everything else faded into the night. And when he kissed her lips, Heaven bent, And he lost his breathe. Nothing more can be said, For he found his light. . . He had found his Sunshine. . .

Hello👋
I want to start by apologizing for being rude and disappearing without saying a word.
Truth is, when I post pictures on here and write poems that some of you find deep meaning and appreciate,
I feel empty inside.
I don't have a feeling of hope or love and it can be exhausting and frustrating. I have forgotten the one thing that I need before I can help others. . . and that's to love myself.
With that being said, I am taking 2019 off from social media to rediscover myself and will return sometime in 2020.
Since being on Instagram, I have had the honor to interact with some amazing people and made some great friends.
In the time I'm gone, I'm going to miss all of you who have taken the time to reach out to me and appreciate my work.
Your likes and comments are what makes this fun. You guys are all so awesome and I always wish nothing but the best for you guys and gals.
I'll leave you with one last poem in the comments that I hope you enjoy.
Make 2019 your own!! Conquer your fears and discover something new about yourself. . .that's where I'll be. . .❤

Hello👋 I want to start by apologizing for being rude and disappearing without saying a word. Truth is, when I post pictures on here and write poems that some of you find deep meaning and appreciate, I feel empty inside. I don't have a feeling of hope or love and it can be exhausting and frustrating. I have forgotten the one thing that I need before I can help others. . . and that's to love myself. With that being said, I am taking 2019 off from social media to rediscover myself and will return sometime in 2020. Since being on Instagram, I have had the honor to interact with some amazing people and made some great friends. In the time I'm gone, I'm going to miss all of you who have taken the time to reach out to me and appreciate my work. Your likes and comments are what makes this fun. You guys are all so awesome and I always wish nothing but the best for you guys and gals. I'll leave you with one last poem in the comments that I hope you enjoy. Make 2019 your own!! Conquer your fears and discover something new about yourself. . .that's where I'll be. . .❤