Willebrant: Rivulet

Posted on March 1, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One listen, and this was an easy and challenging one.

I went right in and let everything come forward. I like the idea of a rivulet being seen as a small thing, but it can be so much more and I think that’s part of what came through. If I were to work on this more I’m sure I could get that across well enough.

Willebrant’s “Rivulet” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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A story carries itself along the water and in deepened sounds. Sounds that carry a depth of field to them, that show distance and closeness, and along the water as it flows pathways of wimpled currents. Long hums draw slow and grow and shrink and motion and movement begets the passage of time. All is frozen in one contained moment, and all is changing.

Looking back and lingering through reshaping memories of moments unchanging, and joys that were once had can be had again. All calls out to what was and what will be, and through this all moments connect. All is continuous as one moving body, and all is marked with transition to the next stage.

The spread of nature holds itself vast and consuming. All is relaxed. All is pleasant by the water. Nature continues doing what it does and within that all sounds change and echo out. Some don’t echo at all. Bright hums draw long, and they disappear. Everything comes to a stop and the song ends.

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Willebrant: tea tree

Posted on March 1, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One listen and one where I just went in. I felt I stumbled really early on and then everything flowed. Had little issue in writing this which is good. It does cover the song well.

I was hoping for a specific form of imagery to come forward and it didn’t happen that way, but that’s fine. I don’t want this kind of writing to be what I want to come forward, if that makes sense.

Willebrant’s “tea tree” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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Framed with the sounds of nature once more and a peaceful instrument rings out. It seems to curve, or bend, and it plays gently in a striking way. It picks its notes carefully among all the sound of nature, and it something starts humming. Something grows and changes shape and seems to slowly move upward.

Relaxation rings out in curls and curves, and it really is time to take it easy. To reflect and relax, and to find the joy among a small space that stretches far beyond what can be seen. Calm, almost serene. Tranquil until the instruments fade into nature, which eventually fades away and the song ends.

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Willebrant: Stony Bridge

Posted on March 1, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One Listen.

I was thinking about what a stony bridge could be and I was thinking of a regular bridge at first. Eventually that moved to thinking about rock that can function as a bridge. Now that I think a bout it, it could reflect some sort of cold, hardened connection, or a connection that is hard to break. It could mean a lot of things.

I’m not sure as to how well that represents what I wrote, but I’m happy with the result.

Willebrant’s “Stony Bridge” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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Building, coming into focus. A flow and a cool breeze, and seemingly high up, but also down load. Bright, continuing, stretching off, stretching into a distance. Could be long, could be short. And it continues on, continues going, over water, over wind, through nature, through sound.

A crossing of sorts, something providing support. Providing convenience, providing ease. Providing another way to view surroundings through the act of traversal, and it seems to hold time and age through eons. It is as constructed as it is natural, and around it movement flows. Around and underneath it movement continues on.

It knows years, and it knows ages, and it knows lives, and it remains as the sounds fade and the song ends.

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Walkway Over Light

Posted on March 1, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

I took this photo at Sydney Olympic Park a good few months back at the Brickpit Ring Walk. I was interested in capturing the shadow of the walkway and I think I did well in doing so. It’s a fragment of a larger object but all you get is the fragment, which is just a shadow that suggests rather than states.

This is my submission into the three hundred-and-eighty-seventh Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Shadowed“.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Tina

Patti

Ann-Christine aka Leya

John Steiner

Sofia Alves

Anne Sandler

Egídio

Ritva

Beth

This one is curated by John. The next one is curated by Leya.

I recommend joining the community and participating in the challenges. They’re pretty straightforward, allow room for interpretation, and provide a good way to think about photography in general. If not, however, then at the very least you should check out what others submit to the challenges.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1567: Slow Day

Posted on February 28, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

There’s something really nice about just sitting here, writing whilst my partner writes. It’s a slow day. A still day. We’ve done very little, but we’ve talked and talking is good. And it’s a nice day. A pleasant day.

Originally our plan was to head into the city. It was predicted to rain all day so the city would have been empty. This would have been great as we’d have it all to ourselves, or at least a good chunk of it. Would have been great for photography. Alas, the weather cleared. There no longer was reason to go to the city.

Well there’s plenty of reason, but the reason here was lacking. It was not what we wanted. Instead we spent the day at home and we’ve been sitting here, trying to no procrastinate but instead procrastinating, and now we are writing. I am writing; they are writing. This is all writing process, and this is great. This is a nice way to be about things as we can just take it easy. Relax, you know. Those sorts of things.

There’s something small and boring about this. Something nice and relaxed, and I like it. I like that we are able to relax in this particular moment. I like that we can have a slow day, because a boring day can be a nice day. It’s not what we planned. It’s still nice.

I find it nice as I spent so much of my life stressing about things. Frequently in a state that involves the distress of the conscious. Of pressure on the body. Right now… I’m mostly okay. I am breathing. I am relaxing. I am enjoying the time that I have, and I know I need to do more of that because I don’t do it anywhere near as much as I should.

I’m wondering to myself about the reflection 0n this table. I’m wondering about the spread of shadow upon a roof I can see. I see tiles and they seem layered over the tiles on other roofs. There are patterns and layers, and gradually this room is darkening. And it’s all so mundane and boring and wonderful at the same time. All this stuff.

I just feel easy and tired and… yeah. Just a good time. A nice time. A pleasant time. And I  feel myself growing incredibly tired, and that’s okay too because it means I am actually relaxed.

The trees sway as wind passes around them, and birds make their sounds before they fly about. The room grows old and tired, too, and two of us are trying to work out their thoughts. Two of us are trying to work out what to say before words are put into being, and there’s no pressure. We are creating, sure, but there is no pressure to succeed or exceed. We’re just getting the things done that we want to get done, and we’re taking it easy, and the day is nearly over, and it’s nice.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:48:04

I started off writing pretty quickly. Slowed down a bit, but that’s okay. I don’t mind here.

Am I happy with this bit of writing? Not sure. I like what I’ve written, but the way I’ve written it… Oh well.

Written at home.

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Willebrant: Galaxias

Posted on February 28, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One listen, just went in, wrote and wrote and wrote some more. Not sure about the result, but I’m happy with the process on this one. It was easy enough for me to get this written, though it was a little slower than I’d hoped.

Willebrant’s “Galaxias” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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The calm, the bird sounds. The water flows and it moves, and a sound rings out. A drop creating ripples. Energy spreading out from a point, spreading away. Energy transferred from one space to a greater body, and more sound rings out, rings away.

In this a narrative reveals itself, or perhaps it doesn’t. It seems to spread out like the energy and looks for memories to find a common thread within everything. A common thread that could explain something.

Something a little heavier seems to reveal itself between the rings. Something a little sadder, but it doesn’t take over. It stays in the back, and gradually it, along with the sounds, fade away and the song ends.

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Willebrant: mimosa

Posted on February 28, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One listen, and this one came much easier than yesterday’s. I was quite tired when I tried to write yesterday, whereas right now I’m feeling much more awake, which is why I think this was easier. I think I did a better job in capturing something about this song, too.

Willebrant’s “mimosa” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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Space comes into focus. A space of movement and motion, and slow days. Relaxed days. Peace, calm, perhaps. A deep nothingness meaning everything. Ecological process without the sense of gradual external stressors placed upon them.

Drifting slowly, drifting away. drifting into a peace, a slumber. Drifting and floating away, or rather not floating anywhere, but the image becomes vague. Blurry. Still specific, however.

And these sounds waft and float on there, getting on with their day, doing what they need to do. Keeping things easy, keeping things difficult, moving in and out of focus. The frame moves and what is there changes. Gradually, easily, peacefully, until the sounds fade away and the song ends.

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Willebrant: Mountain Trout

Posted on February 27, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

One listen.

I thought I’d have more come forward, but I was wrong. Oh well.

Willebrant’s “Mountain Trout” is from Stony.

I hope you enjoy.

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Water, insects and bird sounds. A calm image is painted, or a lively one that is calm. Slow sounds waft in, paint more image, form the riverbanks. Something starts stepping up, echoing almost, and the air is refreshing, and the space almost seems timeless.

Another sound plucks and lingers, and it moves here and there, and the other sounds seem playful in a way. They seem reverent of their surrounds and playful. Around them is life and scene that we cherish and it all fades away as the song ends.

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Traversing Dunes at Dusk

Posted on February 27, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

I started this in early January, put it down, then resumed work a few days ago. Don’t know why it took me so long to get around to finishing it, but it did.

This is a trace of a photo I took of my new partner standing on a sand dune. At dusk. I thought I’d use them as a base to draw a person with some slightly loose clothes on them being blown by the wind. Couldn’t figure out some clothes that’d be appropriate that I could draw well enough, so I tried a dress. That didn’t work as well as just going for my partner.

I hope you enjoy.

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Birthday Thoughts

Posted on February 26, 2026 by Stupidity Hole

It’s a quiet, calm day. It’s a slow day. Right now it is raining, and right now I kind of wish that I was back in Glebe, watching the rain fall from my living room, or watching it fall whilst walking around Blackwattle Bay. From the living room was always nice enough, or even from the balcony, really, but going to the bay and seeing water fall onto water… that was pretty pleasant to me. Nice, relaxing. Kind of dramatic, too.

My view is of the front yard, street and the oversized house across the road, and it doesn’t quite capture that feel that I desire right now. I do like that I can sit here and appreciate the rain whilst dry, don’t get me wrong. I like that I can sit here and write about it, too. I just miss place and scene, or rather, I miss it being within convenient reach. I don’t know if I’d go back and live in Glebe unless I could afford to without issue, and I’d only go back for the convenience it offers.

But I’m sitting here. I’m watching the rain. I’m hearing the rain. It has been a slow day and that’s good, I think. It’s what I needed… probably. Just taking it easy, doing very little. It has been nice. It’s also needed as I’ve stuff to take care of tomorrow and I need to be awake enough to do said stuff, so today being easy is good.

Today is my birthday, and it has left me reflective of the last twelve months more than I would have liked, but that’s the way these things go. I’m here, I’m alive and I’m still kicking. I’m in a new relationship with someone who is, so far, better than my recent ex, and I’m feeling tired and downbeat. Worn out and reflective, and drained. However, it hasn’t been a sad day.

Today I’ve received well-wishing from quit a lot of people, and it has been a bit surprising. I’ve also had people I haven’t spoken to in years reach out, and it’s left me feeling a bit emotional about the whole thing. I know people care about me and care about what I do. I know there are people who want to9 see me do well, but having so many people reach out… the last twelve months have mostly been tough. Just a real perseverance test, and I’m mostly fine.

Sometimes I still grieve, but it’s seldom for very long. But I did feel unlovable, even if I knew that wasn’t true. I did feel like I wasn’t someone people should care about. I was pretty down on myself. It was great that my friends had my back when I got dumped, because that helped me get through everything, but all it takes is one person to get in the way of that care fully sinking in. One person can do a lot of damage, even if unintentional.

The last twelve months were tough, and I’m glad that, even through it all, my friends cared about me. I’m glad that my friends still care about me. I’m glad that I’m in a loving relationship, too. And I’m glad I got through the last twelve months.

So my birthday today is a bit of a mix, but the people who care about me are in it, and for that I’m grateful.

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