When I took this photo I was trying to capture the hump in what I felt was an interesting way. I wasn’t thinking about the vegetation and how it made the hump seem more “on its own”, so to speak.
I hope you enjoy.
When I took this photo I was trying to capture the hump in what I felt was an interesting way. I wasn’t thinking about the vegetation and how it made the hump seem more “on its own”, so to speak.
I hope you enjoy.
Gut doing gut things. Trying to get stuff done early. Usual process of processing the usual things. Getting through the things and thinking away the morning.
Thinking, slinging, doing all of those things.
Well, now that that’s out of the way it is time to engage in the banal. The banal is where the fantastic shall lie today and it’s all fantastically banal. It’s dull, dry, flat, all of those things.
Yes, I am already struggling.
So there’s this idea where, if you have an idea you should write it down as soon as you can as a just in case. However, what if that cements it and locks in the idea in a certain way that lowers your chance of developing the idea in certain other ways? What if it doesn’t? What if the idea is meant to fade away and instead of letting that happen you have now brought it into being? What then?
But on a more serious note, ideas a good. Ideas are good to have and they’re good to think about and they’re also good to write down. They allow things to happen and thinking is a good thing, I think. Maybe it’s a bad thing but I think it is a good thing.
Yep. Really struggling.
Time to shift gears but there are no gears to shift as, as far as I am aware there are no gears in my body, though it really depends on how loose you are with the definition of gears. I wonder if, in the future where the development of mechanical beings gets so far that the idea of gears becomes a foreign concept. It’s quite possible that that form of development is already there; I don’t know as it’s not something I’ve taken much of an interest in over the years. However, it is something to think about.
How would the connections all function and how would the internal stuff all operate? Of course there likely is circuitry, but would joints be more like ours and would there be a series of motors that allow for better manipulation and articulation? Are there a series of gears that help with motor control, but only to a small extent? Are there more gears than I would be aware of?
When do we reach a point where a mechanical being is considered a being? How do we measure that in a way that is not disrespectful? Just because there is a difference does not mean we should act as though another being is beneath us.
So anyway, I think that’s all I have for this morning. Stuff to do and all that stuff, and so I need to get on with it, but maybe I’ll think of ideas and all those things and then I’ll go from there. Maybe I won’t, but maybe I will. It’s all about just having to see and so I will see, or something. Maybe I won’t, but I certainly will think about something, I think.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:34:05
This was something I had to force myself through a bit early on. Then at the end I struggled to find a way to end the rambling. I think between the start and end there’s something worth developing, but even through that there’s a fair bit of stretching, so to speak.
Written at home.
Another photo from when my partner and I took photos with fabric (the other one is here).
This one is a little less dramatic I think. It feels more low-key, or perhaps it’s just a slight breather before a grand display.
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.
A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.
I hope you enjoy.
Another of the hand reference shots I took but ended up not using.
I’m fairly certain that this one was less about reference and more about how it appeared with the light contrast. Not anything particularly interesting, but I do like how the shadow removes some of my hand.
I think I’ll try redoing this at some point, see if I can draw out stronger contrasts. Not sure.
I hope you enjoy.
So I started this off in a way that was far too familiar to me and so I scrapped the start of this bit of writing. Admittedly I did not lose many words but it still feels like a large wipe for some reason. Maybe I’m just thinking about it in the wrong way. Maybe I’m not, but maybe I am. Not sure and probably won’t work it out but sometimes it is good to ponder and all that other stuff.
I wanted to get a start on things a bit earlier today but was unable to do so for reasons and so now I’m starting now. It’s a bit late in the evening – I’d much rather be winding down at the moment – but I think I’ll get to the end of this and then toward the next thing… assuming I don’t decide to start again again.
I wonder what would’ve happened had I followed those words I’d typed out before I removed them from this space. I wonder how the writing would’ve turned out. Quite possibly better than this, but also quite possibly worse. I’ve chosen to go down one path and close off another and so now I go down this one which is less about following its own path and more about wondering what was on the other path, which in a way is its own path but you get the idea.
So now I sit here and wonder if I did the right thing. Sure, I feel like this is something better to follow as, based on the words I had typed I felt I was going to write something that was something that would be far too familiar in a sense, but perhaps this also is far too familiar and really all I’m doing is deluding myself into believing otherwise. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do though, or something.
So I wonder as I weave through paths what paths I am taking and I wonder as to what happens to a path I don’t take. Maybe there is some sort of split off in terms of universes or something and one is full of possibilities. That said, the one I follow is full of both possibilities firmly rooted in reality, and whilst it can be good to think of what choices aren’t made, I’m doing okay where I am and I think it’s a bit better.
Actually it could be worse. Could be much worse. Perhaps there is a great deal of danger that I keep throwing myself into. I don’t know and now that I think about it I’m not sure if I want to know. Maybe I should try and go back to what was instead of doing this. Really not sure. Not sure anymore.
I think it is time to reverse time and take the other path, but then again I might find myself in the same predicament. As that too is possible, I think I’ll just keep going forward.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:18:22
Not good, not bad, but certainly lacking.
Written at home.
This was taken a few weeks ago.
I was trying to get a sense of the clouds looming over what felt like a nice afternoon. Sort of an impending sense of bad weather.
I hope you enjoy.
I took this photo trying to frame this bit of rock in a particular way and I almost got what I wanted. I was also trying to get across an idea of the pockets looking like little shelters or residential spaces. It’s something I want to incorporate into something I’m working on and I think in terms of a visual reference I captured this well.
I hope you enjoy.
A photo similar to this one but in a different room.
Sometimes a room feels much like this, and this particular room did.
I hope you enjoy.