Passing Fog

I was hoping to have more done today. However, I’m caught up in a review and lack of sleep and all that fun stuff.

This is another photo taken toward the end of last year. It’s not often I get to see something like this in this particular setting. I think I could say it’s magical, or perhaps ominous or wondrous or what have you, but to me it’s just nature and I think that’s good enough.

Of course I thought it was pretty amazing at the time, but I’m sticking with “it’s just nature” as that makes me sound more profound, or something.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1335: Some Rambling About Using Time

Got some time at the moment so may as well make the most of it. Of course I should be doing other things but this is a nice day and I’m inside, so I’m going to use it however which way I want to use it.

I will think about what it is about time that makes me want to use it in whatever way I want to use it at the moment and I will then begin to write. I will write my thoughts and I will write what I feel, and I will see how the words swing and sway. Maybe something good will come from it all. Maybe not. Who is to say?

For now, at least, there is a bit of time and I need to use it; well, I don’t, but I want to feel as though I need to use it. I want to feed it through my body and then expel it as something that has been used and I want to see what comes of that use. I want to see how it traverses planes of being and how it interweaves through various fabrics. I want to know what comes at the other end of its use and if using it in a particular way says more rather than less. However, there is always the chance that I won’t see the result of the time that I use, and maybe that is okay. Maybe that is a concern I should not have to worry about, and I don’t think that at the moment I am. I do know, however, that I will use it in some way.

I will write about the experience of using time and maybe something will come out of that. Maybe I will have found that I have engaged in research far more deeply than I thought I would, and that too would be nice in some way. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t, but right now that does not matter to me. What matters is the now leading to the later and pulling it closer into its jaws as they bite down in their unrelenting way that seems so violent and yet so calming.

I will see where this all takes me and I will use the time and expunge it from my being as I take in and consume more time so as to use this pile of time in  away that shows that it was indeed used. Maybe it won’t be used in a productive manner, but it will be used and as that happens there will be more use of it witnessed within the confines of all of those things and… yeah.

Then again, what if the time uses me? What if it is using me to become something else entirely? Do I dare become an active participant? How would I know? I know that the time would be moving through and perhaps around me, but I don’t know its intentions. Maybe I can’t know.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:81

I wrote this earlier today and then I took a really, REALLY long time to get around to uploading and I’m not sure why. There was nothing that got in the way of me doing so.

I was trying to push against something here. I’m not entirely sure as to what to make of the writing, though I can only assume its quality is low.

I hope you enjoy.

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Walking Through the Rain

This was taken on the day I was in the city to get my camera back from its being serviced.
I can’t remember if I took this photo with the intention of having the person in it, but it certainly feels that way to me.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-eighty-first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Favorite Images of 2023“.

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

Donna

Both Egidio of Through Brazillian Eyes and Ritva of Ritva Sillanmaki Photography have joined the team, and it will be interesting to see how people approach their challenges.

Next week Patti is hosting.

I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Spencer Nilsen: Undercaves

One listen for this one.

Threw myself into this. I’ve been lagging a little too much and so I just “went for it” and I think the result isn’t too good, but it’s better than some other recent attempts. It doesn’t feel as tired, I think.

Spencer Nilsen’s “Undercaves” is from “Ecco the Dolphin“, the soundtrack for the Sega CD version of Ecco the Dolphin.

I hope you enjoy.

A drop echoing as though a breath in thickened silence. Soon a low drone comes forth and upon it a series of sounds play out a sense of pressing wonder. A percussive strike and a slow beat different to the other percussion already there plays steadily.

At this point the drone has shifted to a higher point and it seems shorter. More sounds play out slowly and play with a connection in their starting and stopping; in their marking moments.

A shift back down in a seeming pause, seemingly holding on a moment that moves forward and surrounded by motion before that rolling percussion returns and the sounds coalesce to form something that pushes on forward; that keeps its stillness and keeps the menace and the dread and moves through motion before stopping and returning to the start.

Slowly things come back into view around the echoing drop, and now a slightly greater range of sound becomes apparent. Something descends and lays over, and once the drone shifts upward again something seems to look around and search, seemingly disconnected from everything else, yet aligning well.

Rises and falls in the drone seems to lap at other sounds, perhaps as pulses in water. They become more frequent and that additional sound keeps on searching, and it’s all through a thickened darkness, and it all keeps going until a final moment where it all seems to stop, sans the drone which lingers ever so slightly as the song ends.

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Another Hill View

Here’s another photo of some of The Megalong that was taken from the same location as these two. However, rather than taken at the same time as the other two, this one was taken in the last week of 2023.

A friend and I went hiking and, when we stopped off here before heading home we watched a storm pass over the valley and slightly pass over us. It was a beautiful moment.

I hope you enjoy.

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Light Gap

Not sure what it is about this photo that I find appealing.
It might have to do with the contrasts in light. Sort of makes the whole thing feel like a peaceful moment n relation to violence.

I hope you enjoy.

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Shrouded Performance

Here’s a photo of one of Sorry’s members.

I remember it being a bit of a challenge getting photos of this person due to how the stage lighting sat on them. Ended up with a bunch of moody photos such as the one below but it suited the band well enough.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Spencer Nilsen: Home Bay

Three listens for this one.

I was a bit distracted when I was writing this and I think it seeped in a bit. At the same time I think it helped keep the focus on just describing the song which is fine. Still, the writing, whilst sufficient, could be much better.

Spencer Nilsen’s “Home Bay” is from “Ecco the Dolphin“, the soundtrack for the Sega CD version of Ecco the Dolphin.

I hope you enjoy.

Bass and synth play gentle whilst the sounds of dolphins is heard in the distance. The synth extends from itself as a light crystalline shimmering begins to fade into view. That shimmering is an oscillation and it eventually seems to take a lead, or at least hold the greatest prominence. As it reaches that point a light percussive shuffle helps build some sort of grandness whilst keeping things gentle, and hints of woodwind subtly underscore the sounds.

A sudden shift and that shimmering now moves slower and with more space, whilst another sound takes lead and seems to rush. Others draw slow and gentle in this new space of otherness; of a sense of sudden loss and displacement from the idyllic.

There’s a return to what was before and it is, of course, familiar. Maybe the light percussion comes sooner, and it seems that the sounds are looking to get to their shifting point with more urgency, and they do.

Once more a shift, and this time into a more pressing space. The sounds are the same, or at least similar to before, and they urge until what seems like a shattering, spreading into itself, before the song ends.

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Spencer Nilsen: Volcanic Reef

One listen for this one.

I wrote this whilst feeling quite rough after eating and I don’t know if that affected what I wrote. I think it may have. What I wrote reads okay but I think I could’ve done a much better, much more expansive writing.

Spencer Nilsen’s “Volcanic Reef” is from “Ecco the Dolphin“, the soundtrack for Ecco the Dolphin. Specifically, the Sega CD version from what I understand.

I hope you enjoy.

Percussive melody rises into a strike that drags. Percussive melody then descends into a silent floor. It loops as something akin to strings stirs and draws out a subtle intensity. More sound comes in; the space is filling with a slowness and it seems gentle, but there is an edge.

An otherworldly feel comes through as the sounds build a pressure that lingers more than it presses. When percussion comes in there’s a gentle urgency, and the various sounds lap here and there, creating some sort of mystery and wonder that they cannot stay on. The space is vivid and detailed, but it also is vague and dark, and it goes by in fading moments.

The percussion strikes harder and all builds, or seems to be building even though it has reached its largest moment, and then it suddenly stops. The sounds then return to where they started. The space is there but now, in the loop, a greater urgency reveals itself.

Perhaps this is a dire time stretched across a short moment, but caution is required. Perhaps the build is not as intense as it implies, but rather a moment of calm; of held space so as to reach clarity.

Once more the sounds reach a conclusion, but this time they do not return and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1334: We Return to Monday

Well, now we return to Monday and it just so happens that today my local cafe is closed, and that’s fine. I have things to do. I don’t have places to be.

We return to the waking up of at the start of the week and we return to looking out a window and getting a little despondent, but only a little! There isn’t the time to immerse myself in despondency. There is plenty of time, however, to get this bit of writing done.

I’m wondering if I’ll write this faster on my laptop than I could on my work computer. I think I’ve become too used to the smaller keyboard, and I don’t know if I could call that a good thing. I don’t know if I could call that a bad thing either, but there is no chance of me calling it good, unless there is a chance, of which there is, in which case I must make sure that I am aware of this chance that exists.

How can I deny possibility? How can I deny something that could be a good thing?

I’m wondering as to how many opportunities I’ve missed or denied without realising. I don’t know if I can be kicking myself about that as it’s just something that happens, but I wonder. I wonder if I’ll be more proactive this year, but I just don’t know. Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll not worry about it for much longer and instead choose to enjoy this album that I have playing.

It is an overcast day and I feel alright. I fell asleep earlier than I’d hoped last night, and I didn’t sleep as much as I would have liked, but I got more than I have over the past week and I hope that that’s a good thing. I hope that it continues as I desperately need more sleep at this point. However, we’ll see. I’ll keep chugging along, but I’d much rather with more, rather than less sleep.

Right now I’m just going to keep on writing. I don’t have much of anything to say, but I need to stretch and exercise my muscles, and this is a good way of doing so, I think. Sure, there could be better ways, but this is good. This is nice. I can do this and I can get some other things done, and maybe I’ll reach new heights. It is yet to be seen, and maybe it never will be, but I’m sure that at some point I’ll reach a point where I can say that I’ve finally reached a point where I can learn more about writing and become a better writer.

Then again, it is possible that I won’t and then I need to go back to considering the denial of possibility, or denying the consideration of possibility. I’m not sure as to which, but maybe I’ll work it out somewhere along the road. I might not, but with that said, who knows?

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:44:81

First thing of the year and it’s about as sloppy as usual, so I’m glad I’m consistent.

Written at home.

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