I’m pretty sure that vegetation is caught on something under the surface. I’m not completely certain, but I’m pretty sure.
I like how this disturbs the water. Sure, there are a few waves around, but this seems to cut through all of it and create its own extending disturbance of sorts.
I hope you enjoy.
A photo of the same collection of buildings as in this photo, but with less cranes.
Also, this is at sunset rather than shortly after sunrise. Interesting how this one sort of feels brighter.
I think this photo is more sterile. Not sure why.
Maybe sterile is not the right word, as there’s still a gloominess and ominousness.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.
A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.
I hope you enjoy.
A constructed path running through grasses and other flora.
Not actually certain if that is some form of grass that is visible. Maybe it is not.
Anyway.
This path runs through a golf course in La Perouse and whilst I understand why it exists, I wish the golf course didn’t. Be that as it may, this does provide provides an interesting space that is detached from an idea of nature whilst still being among said idea.
I hope you enjoy.
Two listens for this one.
The first was most of the writing and the second I thought I’d write more but did very little instead.
Overall this isn’t great. I think I relied on trying to describe what was going on and instead I should’ve gone for something a bit more about imagery. That said, I feel like I captured some of the song well.
Gecko&Tokage Parade’s “clockwork” is from Next Border.
I hope you enjoy.
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A sudden start with guitar, synth and rolling bass and percussion. Another strum as the synth gradually moves up and down. Soon all lock in and it’s a soft, energetic groove that they follow.
A brief break and the synth touches lightly and seems to drift purposefully whilst the guitar picks out specific points as it sits with the bass and percussion. It seems to all float on and almost carries a sense of the dreamy. There certainly is a gentleness but passion comes through and motion is enthusiastic.
Suddenly the sounds shift. The guitar becomes a little more prominent as it locks in with the bass and the synth slowly rises once more. The percussion carries a sense of tension and build and soon it all releases whilst retaining its gentleness. The dream continues and the dance goes on and in this moment there seems to be a smile of sorts; maybe a passing memory, or a long-awaited meeting.
Once more the song returns to its main passage and it seems livelier, as though the giving of the all is culminating at this point. It is here where the drift and the dreaminess concludes and it finds its final note letting a memory of something earlier linger as the song ends.
Coated in sweat. It feels like I’m wearing it as though it were a shell, but that is most definitely not the case. It has been a hot day and I’m sweaty and I need to cool down.
Maybe I need to heat up and turn into some kind of human… flame… and then fly off and go do things that require the doing. Maybe that would involve careening into the sun for a while.
Wonder what I’d do whilst careening into the sun. Guess I’d just be spending my time doing the careening, but surely there’d be some time to think about stuff. Would probably think about how I needed to finish a bunch of songs that were in various states of completion. I’d think of my wasabi plant and its making it through two summers intact, and think about how I needed to water it. I’d think about how space seems pretty empty even though it’s full of stuff.
I know I’d think about the tedium of the actual act of careening into something that takes a good deal of time to reach. I know I’d think about that as I probably would have a lot of time.
I can only imagine then, that what with all of this becoming more and more passe, that I’d probably get so bored that I’d stop and just head on home. I’d head on home and go lie down for a while as careening really takes it out of you. Sure, I don’t have much of an excuse; it’s not like I was doing much else, but people really just don’t understand what it’s like to spend some time careening into the sun. Just draining and also a total bummer, really.
So I imagine that I’d lie down for a bit and after lying down for a bit I’d probably get up and go eat and have a shower and all that stuff, and then I’d think about careening into the sun and think that I hadn’t given it a red hot go so I guess what I’d do then is prepare myself and go back up there.
At no stage have I cooled down and as such I’d still be ignited.
Anyway, I’d go back up there and this would take a little while and I’d go careening into the sun. I’d be heading toward it and it would be rapidly approaching me, though really it would be me approaching it as that is the way that some forms of movement work and so I’d be the one making the approach as it is me who would be careening into the sun; the sun would not be careening into me. I’d be doing this, remember as to why I stopped and then I’d go back home and lie down for a while.
I think at this point I’d need someone to remind me as to why I stopped both times in case I decided it was a good idea again.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:14:72
This was fun to write.
Silly, pointless (or maybe not) and fun.
Written at home.
Yesterday after work I made a trip out to Balls Head Reserve, or at least near it in order to see the sunset. Missed a bit of it but still was able to get a good view of the changing light.
Also got this photo.
This is dramatic and moody. Perhaps striking due to the contrast between the tree being in silhouette and the sky having intense colour. Probably could’ve framed the tree better, but I think it works as is.
This is my submission into the two hundred-and-twenty-eighth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Diagonals“.
I think this counts due to the branches predominantly being diagonal to some degree.
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 – Guest host
This one is curated by Patti. Leya curates the next one.
I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re open enough to allow for a fair bit of thinking about approach and closed enough to keep focus on meeting the theme of each one. If you don’t participate, you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
I don’t think this is a good photo, but I like it, though I cannot explain why.
Maybe it has something to do with a contrast between the forms of wood.
I hope you enjoy.
Sitting here and twiddling my thumbs and trying to work out what to write about. I feel like I should have something to cover. I want to have some sort of thing to convey but I’ve got nothing and maybe that has to do with a lack of sleep.
Maybe it has to do with a lot of things, but at least for now I can confirm that I’m here and I’ve got nothing and in having nothing I have something that I can hold and call my own. I can hold it near and dear and that way I have something that is precious and important.
It is the nothingness which I must treasure and treat with all the respect that I can. I need to make sure that it is looked after and so that way it can grow into more nothing… through the care of nothing.
See? I really do have nothing, but the thing is with nothing you can create something and that’s the beauty of it, so really, even if you have nothing you still have something and so there is something that you can get out of nothing so long as you’re willing to let it grow.
Now this is me trying to pretend that there is substance to this whole thing and unfortunately I am unable to confirm if there really is substance or if I’m just trying to drag this out as much as possible. I need sleep. I need sleep so as to better grow the ideas that I have so I can better coverage of things and all that stuff.
Perhaps really what I should be doing is trying to write something so devoid of content that it makes anything else devoid of content look like it is positively brimming with things. I could do this and maybe I should do this, but I also don’t know if I should. It’s a big ask and a great challenge and perhaps I am not up to the task. I can admit when I am defeated – I hope – and maybe just the idea of this is defeating me. In that case I should write more about defeat and then let all the defeat wash over me as I write more about defeat.
Perhaps I should find some sort of victory in this, but there is no satisfaction. Finally I have come to something of which I can grapple with and embrace and write about, but I do not derive anything positive from this. It is a horrible fate of which i have allowed to come over myself and now I must dutifully see out the task at hand so I can get on with things related to defeat. From there I will see out the task and groan and whine and complain about the whole thing, but it’s all on me at the end of the day.
I should’ve stuck with nothing, really. At least that had a greater depth of substance.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:15:22
Of course defeat can have just as much substance, but I like the way this ends. Works with the complaining.
Written at home.
A photo that contrasts with this one.
Here the waves are smaller, or at least appear smaller.
There’s more of a sense of calmness and perhaps that’s due to this being between larger waves. There’s also a sense of the relationship between solid and liquid, and I like how that relationship makes the water here look a bit more variable in height than it is. Of course that has to do with the rock platform, but still.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.
A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.
I hope you enjoy.
Three listens for this one.
On the first run through I didn’t feel I’d done enough. The second two were me mostly filling things in and maybe this wasn’t the best approach to take, but I think the writing better represents the song than after finishing the first run which was quite flat.
Kaytan Underae’s “Big Water, Big Sea” is from Ecco The Dolphin: Tribute.
I hope you enjoy.
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Something akin to bass plays something melancholic and soon it is joined by something akin to stringed woodwind. They seem like they are adrift among a vast space. Behind and around them something atmospheric keeps the expanse there whilst keeping the focus on the sounds. A light percussive strike joins in, forming a greater sense of rhythm.
The melancholy remains and a set of string lifts up whilst the percussion becomes rapid. Sounds echo and seem to churn and urgency comes forward. There is danger and things are uncertain as a body thrashes and turns and becomes massive.
Soon the percussion pulls back but it soon pulls back and more space arrives. Gradually the space becomes more open as more sounds pull away. All grows calm and the strings continue to sound out over a background and for a moment it seems very much at the forefront. It then fades away with what else remains as the song ends.
Stupidity Hole 