Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1273: A Day of Days

Today I’, going to attempt to do something I’ve been thinking of doing for quite a while. Most of that thinking of has been here and there, but over the past few weeks it has become more prominent and so the only way that I can get about to doing it is by doing it, really. I don’t know if I’ll achieve what I want to do, but if I do it will become more apparent throughout the day that it is being done.

Maybe I won’t get it done but I’ll get a lot of other things done in the process. That is a possibility but who knows what will happen at this stage. I can only try and do what I want to do and I can only hope that in that trying I do get to the end of this and then… yeah.

Now that I think about it, I can’t go throughout the whole day anyway as at some point I must head out to be an adventurer of sorts and that takes some time and effort and a series of other things that I don’t know about, so we’ll see.

I’m getting distracted. I want to get at least this thing done so then I can go for a walk. That’s more of an urban adventure and not really an adventure as well, but I’m trying to keep the legs pumping and working and I’m trying to get some exercise in. It’s a small amount of exercise but it’s something and something is often better than nothing, as they say, though sometimes nothing is perfectly acceptable. Depends on how you feel and all that other stuff.

But yeah; today will be a day of days and there will be things and this isn’t very interesting to write so I can only imagine it’s not very interesting to read, but it’s going somewhere. That somewhere is toward its conclusion, but maybe it will go beyond that and then I won’t know what to do with myself as I’ve managed to do something that I didn’t know I could do and in doing that… yeah.

So you see, I’ve now run out of things to say at this particular juncture of the morning and now I need to work out how it is that I progress. Maybe the way to progress is to regress and so I will become something more primordially primitive and then I won’t know what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll go eat stuff and yell at still objects and sleep and then do more yelling and eating until I get bored of that and then decide to move toward the next thing, whatever that could or could not be, assuming it could be anything.

Perhaps it will be more nothingness and that’s okay. That’s fine. You need a bit of nothingness mixed into the something of life, but you need to find a balance. Then again, maybe you don’t. I don’t know.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:48:96

I didn’t struggle through this but I know that what I was writing wasn’t worth stretching out. Still, I did, sort of, but… yeah.

Written at home.

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Bent Back

Another hand photo.
This one hurt a little to do. Was it worth the pain? Probably not.

Just one where I like the shape, but that has a fair bit to do with how the light contrast works with my arm and hand.

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.

 

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1272: Cold, Long Days

Days draw long and it is cold. There is something I wanted to do today but I did not get around to doing it and so it will be something that I do tomorrow. However, had the day drawn longer, then perhaps I would’ve gotten around to doing it and I don’t even know what I’m saying here so I’m just going to stop.

What I’m not going to stop, however, is going on about how I need to get on with things that don’t need getting on with, but beyond that I’m just going to sit here and enjoy the afternoon shade, or at least I will until I need to switch the light on which is pretty soon as the light is disappearing and I would rather not strain my eyes as eyes are important and all that other stuff.

There is a coolness in the air and it seems to float by my nose, keeping it feeling colder than it is, though perhaps it it feels colder than it is it is actually as cold as it feels and I’m just underthinking things, but there is no telling in this day and age.

As time creeps on by and flows all around me I wonder as to what it is I really am wondering, or if there is anything I’m wondering at all. Maybe there are no thoughts and really I’m tricking myself into believing that I’m thinking. It is possible and so I might not actually be thinking which isn’t much of an issue as it means that instead of all this tormenting of myself I’ve done over the years, there wasn’t anything at all and I’m free of the misery that comes with the territory of being the sheer genius that I am.

Yes, I want to write about other things and that may happen tonight. It is yet to be determined as it depends on a few things, but I do want to write about other things. There is a pile there and I’ll probably get it all completed over the week, but I need to see first. Need to get through a few more things that involve making a place look more like somewhere I can live rather than a big mess strewn across multiple rooms.

So anyway, I’m enjoying the disappearing light and soon I’ll be heading out which is a good thing. What is a bad thing is procrastinating as I’ve lost a lot of time in getting to this point, but we’ll see what happens from here on. Maybe something exciting will happen. Probably won’t, but maybe something will, and if it does, then I’m set and it’s all good and then I just go from there. I go outward and explore whatever that exciting thing is and then I get on with my life as I don’t have much of a choice.

Well, I do, but I’m going to pretend I don’t as that’s more fun, but only sometimes.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:55:87

Technically there’s less daytime so the days are growing shorter, but you know.

Written at home.

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Pushing Against the Cliff Face

A strand of clouds moving against and up a cliff face.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-fifty-fourth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Spiritual Sites“.

I feel this image counts as some people may see this as a spiritual thing for varying reasons.

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

Week 1 – Tina

Week 2 – Patti

Week 3 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 4 – Amy

Week 5 – John Steiner

Week 6 – Sofia Alves

Week 7 – Anne Sandler

Week 8 – Donna

Week 9 – Guest host

Tina is curating this one. For the next one Patti is curating.

The challenges are fun to engage with. The themes are specific enough to keep some focus whilst loose enough to allow room for interpretation. I recommend participating as it’s a fun community to be engaged with and it’s a good way to focus on subject. If you don’t participate, you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1271: Boxes Getting Away

Long day, all that stuff. Working and unpacking and working and unpacking and moving boxes and unpacking, then losing boxes as unpacking only to find that they absconded with other boxes and then you’re chasing down boxes to stop them from getting away as you need their delicious, delicious contents in order to continue on with your life, but they keep escaping your ironclad grasp and so you know not what to do about the whole situation.

Of course yo-u could just laugh and accept the loss, but you’re not going to know what was in those boxes until you unpack all the other boxes. Something that is very important could be in one of those boxes that got away and you won’t know until you’ve unpacked all the others and by that point it will be too late, and then what? You can’t just start and hope that you get a hold of whatever it was that was important as there’s no chance at that point.

Well, there is a chance, but it is quite insignificant than had you just gone and chased after the boxes when they escaped their confines.

So you gotta go chase after them the moment they escape their confines. You need to go on a hunt and you need to go prepared. you need to make sure that you go into this hunt all stealthy and set up traps and deceptions so as to be able to corral the boxes and then go from there.

Of course there could be a bit of a fight on your hands, what with the tenacious nature that any receptacle can hold and all, but it is a fight you must engage with so as to be able to succeed. There is no relent until the boxes relent and so you need to make sure you are at the top of your game. You need to be at your peak and you need to make sure you fight to make sure you’re right and the boxes are wrong so they realise this and in their shame allow themselves to be led to where they must go, and then you go from there.

Victory shall be yours and in that victory you shall drink the losses as your gains and you shall know no failure, though what was gained came at the price of loss and it is in that loss where we realise our true value as people, and what it really means to sacrifice to attain something as lives will remain changed and there will be no going back to the old ways. There is no former life to return to, and there is only restlessness.

Anyway the boxes are back and now you can resume unpacking and all that other exiting stuff and it’s all good and life is a little easier, and so you get to those boxes and you unpack those particular ones and all they contain is some stuff you are throwing out.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:24:27

Fun to write. Turned out silly but I don’t mind.

Written at home.

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A Poem About Moving

Not much of anything to say about this scrawling.
I think I could’ve done a better job with this.
It kind of flows in the first verse. In the second it becomes quite uneven.

I hope you enjoy.

Into spaces it all goes
Ordered and a senseless mix
Organised by time pressing down
So it can travel motionless

In those spaces it remains
Across more time than it took to place
Eventually it comes out
Ordered, senseless and returned to new space

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Unused Reference

Here’s one of the reference photos I didn’t use for this.

I like this mostly due to the form. It feels like I’m moving my fingers whilst the photo was taken, but it feels like an odd way to move fingers.

I hope you enjoy.

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Hands

Here’s a photo I took a few weeks ago around the time I took some extra reference photos for this.

I was trying to make a hand combination that looked a certain way. I didn’t succeed, but I like the layering in this photo. I like how there’s a variance in space and contrast, and I think the shadows work nicely.

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.

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A Hill View

A view similar to this one, likely due to being taken from roughly the same location.

I feel like this photo has more of a rolling feel, and perhaps that has to do with a more prominent foreground.

I hope you enjoy.

 

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1270: Gonna See, Getting Ready

Gonna see if I can get a bit of writing done around five minute again. There is no real point and it will probably hurt me more than it is worth doing, but that is what I want to do.

Getting ready to move and all of that and packing and cleaning and then doing some more packing, then driving and doing some more cleaning and packing and it just keeps on going on and on and it doesn’t stop, but at least I’ve got this rumbling music to keep driving me forward and so being driven forward is what I’ll keep allowing to happen and so on and on it goes and I just keep on driving on.

I think that there still is quite a lot to go, but there always is. It’s something that seemingly never ends until after it is done and then you realise but then you’ve got so much more to go through and then that doesn’t end. It’s a series of going through things to see what is worth keeping and what is worth throwing away, and you get on with it and keep on going and keep throwing stuff out and buy new stuff and then you’re moving again and even though you got rid of more than you acquired, somehow you’ve now got more stuff than you did before, and some of it you don’t even recognise but you still have it and you don’t know why, so you go back to throwing more stuff out the next time you move and somehow when you go and move after that you’ve managed to amass a small fleet of beds with no breakfasts.

I do not enjoy moving and I wonder if anyone does, but it’s what needs to happen and so it is what keeps on happening. I pack and move and then I’ll be in another place, but the only thing I can think of at the moment is not doing anything. It would be much lazier, but I don’t have that choice right now. I might later, but right now I don’t.

I am wondering as to when I’ll move next as there is no space for permanence. It’s just constant cost in a time where I’ll likely never be able to have my own place and just sit down and rest for a while, and I’m not looking forward to that. Had I more money it’d be less of an issue, although I should correct myself and clarify that what I mean is had I more money about ten, fifteen years ago it would be less of an issue.

So soon I will get back to packing and cleaning and sorting things and I’ll get to the end of the day and wonder where it all went and why I haven’t done much, but it’s still progress and it’s still getting something done so I’ve got to keep on going and keep packing and cleaning what I can.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:33

Slower than I hoped but probably a good thing right now.
I don’t think the writing is any good, but it does get something across pretty well, I think.

Written at home.

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