Another foggy photo, but with people.
Still feels quiet to me, though there are hints of the oncoming hustle and bustle.
I hope you enjoy.
Yesterday’s photo was (I believe) the last of this. I could be wrong, however, as there were a few bursts of fire I captured in short succession.
Anyway, this one didn’t work in its original colouring, and trying to balance it for how bright it is didn’t work. In playing around with the colour I ended up with the below, which I think works much better. It almost looks like water viewed from a great height above.
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.
It’s more the end of a plume, but that’s not quite how it looks.
I hope you enjoy.
This is part of a band I recently photographed. The room’s lighting was quite decent and so I was able to take advantage of it to what I feel was great effect, such as in the photo below.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-second Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Artificial Intelligence and Photography“.
I don’t want to apply AI to my images, and I’m probably not going to start any time soon. Doing so doesn’t interest me. That said, my partner helped me with this one by removing an object that was quite distracting and harmed the image overall. It was done manually, and that’s roughly as close to AI as I hope to get.
The use of AI, or forms of automation that are seen as AI is going to increase over time as, ultimately, a large swathe of people are likely indifferent to the issues if they perceive a convenience from its use, or find its increasing appearance a mundane presence.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
John is curating this one. Next week Donna is curating.
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.
One listen for this one.
I went into this with some vague thoughts about trying to touch on some things and they kind of came through, kind of didn’t. I mostly just tried to capture the song and I think I did that well enough.
Michiko Naruke’s (なるけみちこ) “Advanced 3rd” (“アドヴァンスドサード“) is from Wild Arms Advanced 3rd Original Soundtrack, the soundtrack for Wild Arms Advanced 3rd.
I hope you enjoy.
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Sounds stir and upon a wind, from the stillness and energy rises and takes off. Directed and focused, it reaches for something grand, or at least expresses it as it gallops on forward. Soon this energy finds itself accentuated by other sounds, and it seems to get wider, or almost does before it hits a halt; a sudden twist of danger and suspense. In the resultant surprise action resumes, but before further revelation the song ends.
It’s not great weather outside. Raining all day, but that’s okay. Could be worse. Could be driving through the rain, which I will be doing soon.
Could be worse.
It’s a slow day and I’m now picking up the pace. Photography at a gig tonight. Bit of driving. Need to get a few things done before then, but there’s no telling if those things will actually get done. Or there is.
Will there be rambling in the same vein as yesterday? No. It’s not the right weather or time for that kind of thing. Instead there will be rambling in the vein of today. Of which the rambling will be boring. Or something. I don’t know.
I think that I’m rather tired, or maybe it’d be more appropriate to say that I am exhausted, because I certainly feel exhausted. The new job is great; fighting the old workplace is not. It needs to be done; there is money owed, and there is a history of abuse that needs to be discussed.
So it’s dark and raining outside and I guess I’m getting a bit heavy at the moment, and I think it’s due to how much I’ve been dealing with, and the difficulties I’m having in ensuring I don’t self-sabotage. That said, it is getting easier in not doing that, but I need to get faster and better and more efficient at the work I am doing, and I hope that is happening. I think out is.
It’s growing darker outside, and it’s nice that in here it’s not the coldest. It could be colder, but it could be much worse. It’s not a bad day overall, though I certainly have spent far too much time procrastinating, that’s for sure. I need to make something to eat soon, and I need to write something that’s a little more entertaining, or I don’t. Maybe I need to write something much more boring than what I am currently writing. That is something I should have considered a long time ago, and I probably did, and probably will again before this is all over. I’ll find out soon enough, or I won’t. In any event, life will go on and I’ll forget about this bit of writing, though perhaps it will creep up on me once more, somewhere down the track. I don’t know and I don’t care to know right now. Maybe later, but right now, no.
Time trickles away and I think that, in trying to avoid the inevitable, I will reach for my gloves. That doesn’t really do much of anything, but sometimes it’s good to pretend that there will be a change. Sometimes; not always.
Okay, so it warms my hands up, or rather it helps warm my hands up, and that’s a pleasant change. I might even argue that it’s a positive change, and it is, but that gets in the way of empty heaviness, of which some of this and some of this isn’t, and that’s okay.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:24:75
Slow and fairly flat, I think.
Written at home.
We’re talking about mattresses and their needing to be recycled, and this is small lunchtime talk, and I don’t know if it is even worth mentioning, but it’s nice. It’s one of those conversations that features a good deal of ranting and raving, and it mentions hostile imagery featuring tissue boxes and used beds, and now I don’t know as to where I am going with this, so I don’t know as to where I am going with this.
Anyway, I think that there are other things to consider, and beyond those considerations I think there are other, OTHER things to consider, but I don’t want to consider those or the other ones. What I want to do is finish this rambling scrawl and then get back to work. There is work to be done and I am the doer of the work. I am the doer and the ender of the work.
Alright, so where was I going with this? Where was I going with anything? It is difficult to tell, but maybe in the telling there is the doing, and maybe in the doing there is the telling. How am I supposed to know?
Perhaps what I need to say and do is something that makes sense, where the doing component is making sure it all makes sense. Little of this makes sense and I am slowing down a bit, but maybe I can pick up the pace and if I pick it up enough I can make even less sense.
What I will actually do is cross a desert and in doing so, under the stars and in the exceptional cold is look for someone or something, and I will work out how to interact with whatever it is that I am looking for, and perhaps it will be a computer of some sort and it will have power, even though that wouldn’t make sense, but who cares? It’s all fantasy at the end of the day.
In that fantasy perhaps I will hold you aloft and then you will do the same and hold yourself aloft, and we will cross the heavens and witness it all. We will see all the vile, heinous acts and we shall see them as they are washed away by the good times and something enjoyable, and we will see innocence grow and we will witness it all as we move further toward nonexistence, and then maybe I’ll wake up next to you and we’ll enjoy the day, and that will be that.
However, all of this is some sort of wishful thinking or something, and maybe it’s just not wishful in the slightest and I’m just letting myself crap on for a while in order to find some sort of meaning. I don’t know if I can truly find it,l but you keep on searching and you keep on hoping for the best and you try and try again, and sometimes it’s all good and that isn’t the worst thing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:43:65
Yeah, it’s not great. This was being written whilst having a conversation and it threw me off, and there was no recovery so I just kept going instead of stopping.
Written at work.
This almost looks like a visualisation of sound to me. I’m not sure why, though it is quite close to where waves hit a cliff base.
I hope you enjoy.
More sandstone.
To me this photo feels like a combination of arid and fertile. Maybe not the right words, but it should get the idea across.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. The theme for this one is “Stone“.
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.
Part of this building.
I’m not sure what I was going for with this one. I know the view outside the window is quite blown out and I could’ve done more to get a better light balance when taking this photo. At the very least I think there’s a hint of the building’s dilapidation.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 