This was taken a few weeks ago.
Not too sure what I can say about this photo. Large clouds hang in the sky and they make all underneath appear small. Perhaps that is in part due to the clouds not being entirely in the frame. Maybe it’s the silhouetting and framing. Not sure.
I think these scene feels like something growing quiet and that probably has to do with the sunset.
I hope you enjoy.
Alright, here we go. It is another evening and once more I am doing this far, far too late, so what I’m gonna do is aim for under four minutes. Not sure if I will make it and it’s probably a bad idea to do at this present moment in time, but I’m still going to do it as I think I can, but maybe I cannot right now, but I’m sure that I can some time in the future.
It is warm and that is a good thing. Makes it a bit easier to churn out a load of crap in a short amount of time. Just had dinner and so I’m feeling satiated to some extent which also makes it a little easier to get all of this done. If I can get it all done, then I can get more done too and if I can get more done then I can get a lot done. I need to get this done first, however.
Well, I don’t need to get this done at all. This is something that I have no need to do, but I am still doing it for some reason. This offers nothing outside of some ability to congratulate myself for doing something, and you can bet that I will be really smug about it for all of three seconds, though that is a generous amount of time as I doubt I’ll be smug at all.
Who is to say, really?
So anyway, I think that I need to stay on the task and keep on racing ahead as I have very little time, but I can get this done and then I can do a few other things. I’ve already said that but I am already struggling and so now is the time to struggle with all of the might I have, for even if I am struggling, I can still get on with the getting on and I can get to then top of whatever it is that I need to get to the top of. Once I’ve done that I will do something else and then I will do some other things and I think I will have a bit of a sleep later on as I am also quite tired and in a dire need of rest which cannot come soon enough, though of course it will come exactly when it comes and that is something I have some control over.
In that regard I guess I should be thankful and so I will be thankful, but before that I will get this finished and this needs to be finished and I’m right near the end so I need to keep on going as fast as I can and I think That I will make it, but I need to pay attention as I might not and if I don’t, at least I tried. Should’ve done some other things but I didn’t and now I’m here and that is fine.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:00:31
Technically I finished this in under four minutes but I didn’t stop the timer in time and I’m okay with that as it doesn’t matter.
The result isn’t that great. Reads poorly.
Written at home.
I don’t quite think I captured the song well with this one. Some of the description is, in a sense, accurate, but I think that in parts I wrote something that feels a little different. Maybe. Not sure.
Jesu’s “Morning Light” is from Opiate Sun.
I hope you enjoy.
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A low hum, then guitars roar calmly. Waves of distortion wash on over whilst percussion strikes out at specific moments. It is slow and careful, but also sharp and striking. It rolls on forward with the guitar, and vocals find themselves drawing out, almost floating on above and through the sound. They seem to be come from somewhere else entirely, and they move along with the guitar and percussion as they continue to move around and over.
The vocals stop and the percussion picks up whilst the guitar pulls back a little. A bit of thrust reveals itself and soon more guitar sound finds its way in, moving under, through and over the rhythm. It seems to glide and move around from somewhere else, looking around and finding itself in a joyous and maybe dreamlike position as a sky shifts and changes.
Soon the additional guitar fades away and the remaining sounds change direction, and start moving along with a greater pace. They appear to be racing toward something, though it seems almost vague what they are racing toward. They are reaching for something climactic; perhaps a moment that will summarise everything neatly.
The additional guitar comes back and it underscores the rhythmic drive of the music. It shifts slightly but remains focused, much like the rest of the sounds. It pushes on and with the rest of the sounds it finds its final moment.
The percussion pulls away and the guitars draw out as they rest at the song’s end.
I took this photo last month and I like the framing as well as the contrast between fronds, but I’ve been hesitant to share this one and I’m not sure why. Maybe in part I feel I could’ve done a better job with the photo.
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.
Two listens for this one.
I tried to let myself be loose with what I wrote and, even though there were times when I think I was thinking too much, I think the result works. I was just expressing what I was getting from the song and so this does little to describe it, but the writing reads well enough. It came from the song and so in a sense it’s representative of what the song was doing.
Andy Summers’ “Journey Through Blue Regions” is from The Golden Wire.
I hope you enjoy.
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Guitar loops and leads to looking inward. A landscape unfolds and it reveals itself as a beautiful place that must be moved through. Moving through it is easy, but it continually shifts. It refuses to allow anything to remain familiar.
Perhaps there is a peace that needs to be reached and in that peace the truth of what is seen will be revealed. Maybe there is nothing changing at all but it seems that way and all that it really shows is a reflection. Maybe it is trying to reach out and make some sort of connection and allow the path to remain clear.
Perhaps there is turmoil that is preventing a moment of calm and that turmoil must be dealt with first, and perhaps moving through a landscape doesn’t matter in the slightest as what is important is resolution and acceptance.
Whatever it is that matters, it is calling out and its call is inescapable. It grips and it pulls in and it reveals some sort of beauty and grace, but before it reveals all the song ends.
Some wave action and I feel that the main wave in this photo looks a little odd due to the rock platform it’s washing over.
There’s some nice texture stuff in this one, as well as colouring I think.
I hope you enjoy.
It is another day and it is another time where I am sitting here. The day passes on by and I try to take care of the muscle I strained whilst taking off a jacket.
It really is one of those days.
Now to be honest I’m not sure if that really has any relevance to the state of the day but we sure do like to claim that days are some sort of themselves. However, that is entirely irrelevant to what I am about to write, but of course relevancy is relative in this particular instance and so what I’m really saying is that there are many ways to get from here to where I need to be and it is up to me to work out what the best way forward happens to be, if there is really any best way forward and not just a series of decisions that will lead to another series of decisions and so on and so forth, where all decisions have equal weighting and chance of outcome, though I imagine that some might be worse than others.
If I worry too much about making a decision and remain indecisive, then maybe that also constitutes making a decision, though through the act of being indecisive, or something. I don’t know; this is not something I’ve spent much time thinking about and I imagine that, had I done so in the first place, Is till wouldn’t have anything that could be certain or conclusive as there needs to be the gaining of knowledge through various means so as to be able to think more deeply and, perhaps at the same time, wider about the subject in question, whatever that happens to be in this particular moment of time and at this particular juncture. Then again, maybe all of this is all the same thing and really what I’m trying to work out is what decision I’ll actively make so as to go forward in the day, as even though the day moves forward I’m not really doing much movement myself and so I’m kind of just sitting here, trying to work things out and not really getting anything done other than ruminating on things that need not be ruminated upon right this moment, though maybe they do and I am trying to deny that through the means of denying that in a way that allows for the denial to manifest as a physical form and then take over everything in a manner that expresses some proactive assertiveness, thus freeing me from my own hesitation surrounding making an affirmative decision as there is something else making the decision for me.
Of curse I could just get on with whatever it is that I need to get on with, but that is nowhere near as fun, or as tedious and tiresome as not doing so and so I think that instead of any of that I’ll just finish off this lengthy sentence and then do nothing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:48:98
This was really fun. Pointless, rambling and goes mostly nowhere, or does it? Does it even matter? In any event I felt that this was a good run, if at least in terms of speed.
Written at home.
This was written over two listens.
I went into this sort of expecting the song’s first part to be different and in a way it threw me off. I also spent too much time thinking about what I was writing instead of writing. Not the best combo.
ConcernedApe’s “Mines (Visitor To The Unknown)” is from Stardew Valley’s soundtrack, Stardew Valley OST.
I hope you enjoy.
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A sound gradually fades to view, then a short percussive roll invites more sounds to join. It then remains steady whilst various shining and twinkling in the dark fills a space. Bass moves with careful steps and allows space where it can to proceed carefully. In all the space a deepness comes forward, and it’s almost all exists in a place that has not seen visitors in a long time.
Something akin to woodwind finds itself joining the sounds and soon they all reach a harmonic moment. After the moment the bass and percussion lock in place and form a continuous rhythm. More mystery comes forward from the heave and the shining and twinkling and shimmering is freed to find more space whilst woodwind looks and searches for something.
Eventually all fade away and the song ends.
The waves broke along the shoreline as the sun rose, shifting the colour and the mood of the sky. A breeze firm and favourable moved around everything and they stood there, in the increasing shade of a large rock, looking out over the ocean, wondering what it would hold.
For the longest time they had felt that they were stuck there, unable to leave their location. They stared across the ocean many times before but now this time was different, for they had the means to leave. They now had the ability to get away and feel, even if for a few fleeting moments, free.
They held a strong desire to be moving; to not necessarily be firmly rooted in one place. There were long paths via land, but they felt drawn to the ocean. They felt compelled to move across it and disappear from view. Perhaps it was brought on by the relative isolation of their village, but the land routes did not offer what they sought for they wanted to be free from land, or at the very least feel a sense of detachment from land.
They watched as everything changed as the sun rose and soon the sky moved toward being blue. The clouds were few and far between and the winds remained firm. The waves grew a little stronger, but not so much that leaving would become a difficult task.
For a few moments they wondered if they would be missed, but they tried to not let it weigh on their mind. They needed to satiate their desire and so, after turning around and looking at what they had known for most of their life, they looked once more to the ocean and moved their boat down the ramp and into the water.
Their boat moved with ease and so did they. Once it was on the water they pushed it out a little further, past most of the breaking waves, then pulled themselves in and started rowing. Once they had gotten far enough they raised the sail, and in that one moment a strong wind pushed into the sail, moving the boat quite rapidly into a favourable current.
They were caught by surprise and didn’t expect to be moving as quickly as they were, and soon that gave way to a great deal of joy. A smile held on their face as they reveled in the moment as much as they could, and the boat kept on moving with speed. Behind them their village shrunk away and it was not long before it seemed to become more part of the landscape.
They turned around and thought about how small it was, and a slight longing appeared within them, for they were leaving behind a lot, but they didn’t try to turn around. Internally they said their farewells and they kept on going, wondering what was out there and what they’d find.
In this particular period of time they found themselves feeling wholly and utterly free.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 12:09:49
I decided to go ahead and try and write more closely to the original idea that was woven into this and it kind of worked, kind of didn’t. I feel that this attempt is a little less bland but it still feels like I had to stretch out the idea more than warranted and so the writing isn’t that great.
As I was writing I started thinking about how this could fit in the worldbuilding thing I’m working on but it doesn’t offer much. Maybe sort of as a contrast but at the same time it doesn’t offer much. That said, for now maybe what is here could fit in when I stop drafting and start working things out in full, so here are the other parts.
Written at home.
A few Prunus x blireana flowers flowering.
This was taken in the same pocket of time as these two photos. With this one I thought it was interesting that a bunch of the flowers were clustered in a specific spot as it was much more concentrated than on the rest of the tree.
Obviously being a concentration of flowers leads to this being a concentration of colour of sorts which is nice, but I also like that you can see some slight variation in how far along the blooming process.
This is my submission into the two hundred-and-twenty-first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Flower Favourites – and Why?“.
To be honest, I’m not entirely certain if I can pick a favourite flower. They’re all pretty wonderful. That said, when this tree is in bloom I have more immediate access than others, so I feel it counts.
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 hosted by Leya. Amy hosts 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.
Stupidity Hole 