Canna yet to Bloom

Here is a photo of a Canna yet to bloom.
There’s something rather plain about it, and yet I can’t help but find myself interested in how it appears. Perhaps its the way the plant almost appears as though it already is in some sort of bloom.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-forty-seventh Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Gardens“.

Whilst this photo focuses on a specific plant, this was taken in The Royal Botanic Garden, so I feel that it fits, albeit in a rather loose way.

Admittedly this was not my first choice. The one I wanted to share was this one. I was going to say something about how the bee can be seen as a gardener, but then I realised I already shared the photo, hence the one below instead.

The challenge is hosted by four people and cycles weekly:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

This week’s challenge is curated by Patti. Next week Amy is curating.

The challenges are pretty fun and there’s a lot of room for interpretation that doesn’t get in the way of enjoyment. If you’re into photography, then I suggest participating, or at the least checking out what other people are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 946: Time of Day

It is that time of day, of which all should be familiar with as it is a time of day that all experience.

Then again, maybe not all. At least most experience this time of day.

It is one that has been known for an age and has been known throughout history, even if hit has not had a name. Not all have had a concept of this particular point of time in the day, but they have experienced it, knowingly or otherwise.

I guess implying that not all had a concept of this particular point of time in the day also implies that they unknowingly experienced it, but I digress.

It is a time that only arrives at one point in the day and it is there in existence, being experienced and felt and heard and all that other stuff. Sometimes even if it is experienced it is a piece of the day that is not noticed, nor felt in a knowing manner, but it is always there. It is there even if no one is there to experience and understand it at that particular moment in time, for it still exists. It does not need the validation of others to exist, for it is always there.

Sometimes there are moods and emotions brought forward in a way that matches the scenery, and sometimes those that experience these feelings do not understand as to why they are experiencing what it is that they are experiencing, and yet somehow it matches what it is that they can see, hear and feel; such is the power of this point in the day of which is one that exists only at a specific point in time, assuming that the flow of time is indeed one known under the term and concept of “linear flow”. However, it would be more accurate to say that it appears at one specific point in time in every period of time often broken down into a period of the hour total of twenty-four, though perhaps this is not entirely true, for some moments keep on moving rather than remain fixed.

It elicits many a strong thing, but sometimes it does not and sometimes it does not mean anything to some. Sometimes it means a lot. There are many things of which it can and cannot mean and such is the way of the day when it flows away from the grasp of which you try to reach out.

Maybe it will inspire work and maybe it will inspire relaxation. Perhaps this point of time is one in which there are great forms of change, but perhaps they are not all known. Maybe sometimes they are.

However, in order to keep on talking about this, perhaps there should be a name provided so it is better understood what this bit of time is and is not, so therefore I will reveal the name of this bit of time.

It is the time of day known as “The Present”.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:11:40

This was a struggle to write and I think it shows. I feel as though I locked into the wrong thing.

Written at home.

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Miyake Haruka: Merry Go Round

I think I was describing what was happening whilst trying to express something a bit more, but I don’t think I did a good job. I think I was thinking a little too actively when I probably should have let myself switch off more as I’ve listened to this song a lot.

Maybe that’s why I was thinking too actively.

Miyake Haruka’s “Merry Go Round” (it might be “merry go round”) is from EMERGE.

I hope you enjoy.

Simple, gentle guitar notes, alone and highly melodic. Soon a voice comes in, soft, emotive, expressive. There’s a happiness to this, but maybe there’s something lurking behind that happiness.

Eventually some more guitar comes in, along with simple bass and a steady, light beat. A little more… something akin to melancholy finds its way in; whilst it reshapes the song a little it’s not a driving force.

A little extra playing, then the chorus arrives with all the sounds of noisy (and perhaps aggressive) guitar. The bass and percussion free themselves up and remain loose and relaxed, though still tight and on point. The vocals increase and become warmer in a way, as well as more welcoming. The song may be perceived as loud in this section; it may be perceived as noisy, but it still remains easy and comforting. It’s something that isn’t relying on intense impact to be absorbed.

Second verse comes in and it follows in a similar vein to what came in the first verse once all the instrumentation came in. Some guitar twinkles, some vocals with perhaps a sense of longing or comforting, and an easy impact.

The second chorus is as the first was, though perhaps at this point it’s a little more inviting. It captures a sense of the past and flows with a sense of riding a breeze. Once it drops out there’s a build into a sense of release which arrives in a rather climactic manner without all the melodrama that usually implies. The guitar aggression returns, but its joyous.

A solo plays out, though it almost feels as though it’s not meant to be the focus and more an element building on the melody. Perhaps it is continuing the narrative presented earlier; it certainly holds a sense of release that fits with the climactic section of which it is a part.

As the instruments play away, the song fades out and comes to its end.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 945: Driving is a Thing

Driving is a thing that many people do and also a thing that many people do not do.

At the moment I am one of the ones who drive from location to location for various reasons. However, that is not the reason as to why I am writing at the moment. However, perhaps it is part of the reason, or something. I don’t know. It’s related, so I guess that is good enough.

Anyway…

So whilst driving I have noticed a few things that perhaps don’t help with the experience, such as people not indicating when changing lanes or turning, or going well over the speed limit in order to overtake, or braking suddenly… a bunch of things. These are things of which I find concern toward as I don’t want to be around other drivers that are going to decide that driving safely is more of a suggestion than a requirement.

Maybe I’m a little soured by my witnessing this whilst being on a provisional license. Admittedly I am not the best driver; I am still learning and it takes time. However, seeing people do stuff that, in some situations could be considered illegal makes me wonder as to when they decided that driving was their divine right and no rules can hold them back.

Driving is fun. It is almost as fun as cycling. However, many on the road seem determined to do their best to make sure that it is not fun for others.

There also seems to be a strong aggression and dislike for provisional drivers. On strict personal experience I’ve had people speed up to overtake me, only to then get in front of me and slow down. I’ve also had people overtake me only for me to need to overtake them later. Sometimes it’s not even on a road where my speed limit is lower than the road’s speed limit. I’ve had this happen on streets with lower amounts of traffic than on main roads.

I’ve also had it happen when the other driver isn’t close behind me.

Overtaking in certain areas I do understand, but the aggressive behaviour about it is something that I don’t. Sure, I could say that people are jerks, but what does that really say, other than very little, if anything?

Well, that’s pretty much the end of my rant. I don’t want to claim that I’m a good driver. As mentioned before, I still am learning. However, I would like to believe that I’m being safer than quite a few drivers out there. The roads should be treated as though they’re there for all. Driving dangerously might be fun for some and not so much others. I don’t agree with all of the speed limits, but that doesn’t mean they should not be followed. And so on.

So, to summarise, I’ve seen a lot of bad driving and, despite this writing only touching lightly on the subject, I think it’s something that requires a little bit more attention.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:56:34

This is a rather messy bit of writing, I think. Gets something across, but could’ve done it much better.

Written at home.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 944: Almost Focus, Then Rambling

It is the evening once more. That is fine. The evening comes. It always comes. Maybe one day it will not come. There will be no arrival. From where do we go then?

This is a bit of an issue (if this does indeed happen, that is). What would happen with permanent daylight?

I imagine that there would be a few issues. Lengthy periods of time with daylight might function, but pure, never-ending daylight could throw a few things out, which would be terrible.

Personally, I have no idea as to what I would do if there were nothing but permanent daylight out everywhere. It would pose some issues and all of that other stuff, but I digress.

So, I was writing about some stuff here, but it hadn’t really started and so now I am trying to start but my mind is preoccupied with this idea of daylight existing in a state of permanence rather than regular temporariness, and in some places lengthy, but not eternal periods. I don’t know why. This was meant to be a bit of writing about… well, whatever rubbish I’d be able to come up with on the fly and now I find myself thinking about the effects of a location that never experiences night.

I imagine that some organisms would adapt and the area would change. I also imagine that there would be some pretty serious consequences.

Maybe this is not something worth thinking about at the moment. Maybe I need to worry about other things for the time being. I’m rather tired, however.

I don’t know as to what that has to do with my current line of thought, but that’s what you’re getting from me at the moment, so yeah.

Anyway, I think that I’ve covered all that I can with that particular topic and… well, I’m sure that I could cover more, but right now I don’t feel as though I can as I know not enough about how sunlight can affect the landscape and its inhabitants, so really all I’d be writing from here on would be conjecture, though that’s not too different from usual, but I don’t want to go down that path right now. Still, the question remains in my mind. Perhaps it will float away and go elsewhere. Perhaps it will decide to leave me alone. I need not think about it so much right now and that is alright. That is okay. There are other things out there to think about at the present moment. For now, however, I leave the question in my mind and look toward other things out there that exist beyond my understanding and I have no idea as to what it is that I am going on about at the moment, so I think I’ll stop this sentence here.

Now, with all of that being said, I guess what I should do is work out the closing sentence and then work out what words will help it reach an end.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:28:97

I was quite tired when I wrote this and I remain quite tired.
I think that there was the potential for something interesting if I allowed what I was thinking about to come forward a bit more. However, I didn’t and ended up struggling as a result.

Written at home.

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Into the Fog

Here is a photo of Bennelong Bridge (and some of what lies beyond it) partially obscured by fog.

This was taken a few days ago. There was a thick fog in the area I was in and so I took the opportunity to take some photos.

I like the way the fog makes the image feel more minimal. I also like how it renders a sense of vagueness, leading to an uncertainty regarding what lies beyond the bridge.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

 

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 943: Done for the Day

Finally at the sixth post for today and it took a little longer than an hour. Some might say that it took almost two hours. I could ask myself as to why that was the case, but this is something that I can quite easily answer as the answer is what I already know.

So here is what happened:

After the second bit of writing taking a little longer than I had anticipated I became distracted for a short period of time. Then I did the third post. Then there was a need to go to the bathroom followed by some vacuuming. Once that was all done I came back and worked slowly as I was no longer within the time constraint I’d set for myself. Such is the way that things go on the odd occasion.

Now I am trying to get this written as fast as possible and I don’t think that I will be able to do it as quickly as I would like, but of course there is always hope and I keep on hoping, so we’ll see what happens with this bit of writing, if anything happens at all, that is.

So I think that, for a second attempt at trying to get six posts started and finished within sixty minutes was a failure, but it is a failure that I enjoyed. I’m content with all of the result, including this one (though with this one it could change rather soon).

Perhaps I’m going to need to put more constraints on myself going forward. There is a possibility that I’m getting a little too comfortable with the current constraints that I put on myself at the moment and that is part of why I’m not writing as creatively as I would like. Still, if that is the case, that does not mean that I will not keep on trying to work in the same capacity… at least, in terms of the near future that is.

I think that writing still remains a fun thing to do and everyone who has the capacity to do so should give it a go. That said, I understand as to why people wouldn’t, or at least I believe that I understand as to why.

Anyway, pertaining to this; absolute failure of trying to do what I set out to do, but still wrote some things and still shared a photo and now I’m here, trying to summarise my thoughts and get it all down and then move toward the next thing which is heading out to do some other stuff and continue the cycle that I find myself firmly rooted within, so yeah.

I am going to do this again, and maybe it will once more be sooner rather than later. I will have to see how it all goes, of course, but seeing as it’s putting me in a position to think in a different way once more, I don’t see as to why I won’t try again.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:57:70

A bit of writing that is mostly smooth. Rather grounded in places too.

Content as I was feeling rather focused and mostly relaxed as I was writing this bit.

Written at home.

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Overhead Wire on the Hill

There’s a bit of colour in this photo, yet I think it feels a bit bleak and stark.
There’s something ominous about it too, though that might have to do with how overcast it is, as those clouds are the clouds of a storm. It might also have to do with how the colour sits in the photo.

I think the vegetation appearing slightly desaturated helps to carry the atmosphere of the image quite well as it doesn’t seem “defiant” in the face of the encroaching storm, if that makes sense.

I also think that the overhead wire ending in what seems like a random place to end further builds on the atmosphere. It sort of makes the area feel abandoned.

I hope you enjoy.

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Lauren Bousfield: Fire Sale

With this song I tried to suggest some of what was going on at the surface level but mostly stuck to the imagery I felt was being suggested by the music.

Most of this was written over one listen. A small part was written over a second listen.

Lauren Bousfield’s “Fire Sale” is from Avalon Vales.

I hope you enjoy.

Sudden glide in, shooting past, flickering traffic perhaps on an expanding plane. Picks up rapidly and from the movement of the traffic a melody is born. Something fragmented. Only getting bits, but still getting a whole picture.

As this melody forms itself and becomes more concrete there sounds like something trying to rise up, then the low, heavy hum of something sits underneath the traffic. There is a distinct frame and from this the traffic flows on, almost as though it is a highway that isn’t there, despite its clear presence.

There exist some questions about where the traffic moves toward, and within the traffic there is nothing. There is no traffic. There is a flickering flame, moving and dancing wildly, trying to escape from its containing wick, but it cannot, though the wax underneath keeps on melting. It grasps for the oxygen it can and it gradually moves downward. Sometimes it lashes out wildly in a hopeless attempt to break free, but eventually it will run out of wick that it can follow. With nowhere to go it can only find itself at a sudden, smokeless end.

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A Poem About Following a Long Stretch

I don’t quite know as to what it is that I am expressing with this “poem”.
On one hand I think it is suggesting something beyond the surface.
On the other, there is a good chance that it is all surface.

This started off a few days ago. I wrote a few lines, then got rid of what I wrote.
Shortly after I recovered the lines, but I did nothing with them.
Decided to work on it now, leading to the below result.

I’ve written better stuff, I think. Still, once more it is something of which I am content with. I’m trying to move my “poetry” toward something different and this is the first of many steps.

I hope you enjoy.

A long stretch rises in view
Where it leads is where I follow
Step by step I continue onward
Though there is no knowing for where I may go

Perhaps it is unwise
To walk this long stretch
When I know not where it leads
For this journey is one without firm navigation

Whilst I may be cast
Into uncertainty and danger
Conviction within my heart
Assures me that I’ll be carried to comfort

So I follow this long stretch
As it rises into view
With the determination
To see this unknown journey to its end

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