ConcernedApe: Mines (Visitor To The Unknown)

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.

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.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1174: Leaving Home

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.

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Blooming Cluster

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.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1173: Through the Evening

It certainly is a day, though the day has mostly faded at this stage so I should call it a period of late afternoon in the period known as a day.

I’ve been thinking about a lot of things and some of them involve how to get out of the rut I always dig myself into, but those thoughts aren’t worth expressing here as it takes too long for someone as lazy as I am, and I really am lazy today. Maybe tomorrow there will be the expressing of things, but for now there will be no expression as there is no need for expression. There only is a need to relax and relaxing is what I am trying to do as I need to relax before the rest of the day comes this way.

Soon the period that is referred to as the evening will arrive and it will be something that I need to interact with in some manner as I will be moving thorough the body of the evening, even if I am not outside, for evening envelopes all and 0nce it does, that’s it; there is no escaping it. Believe me, I have tried.

I won’t try tonight but I certainly will do my best to do what I can to put it far away from me as I’d rather the distance than the engagement, and even then I know that there is no distance I can run before it reaches me. There is no escaping the evening for its reach is eternal and so its giant, shadowy mass is forever here when it it here and I cannot move fast enough to stay a few steps ahead of it at any given point of time.

Maybe I just need to embrace the evening rather than try and ignore it and maybe that is the way forward. Maybe in doing that I will finally find myself in a position where I become far more powerful than I could possibly ever imagine and then I can go on a spree of helping. Either that or I will somehow become a better writer and then I’ll be able to write all that I want anywhere I want however I want. There is no telling as to what could happen and I dare dream about the possibilities today.

I dare dream, and verily so.

So I think that I need to get on with things as I cannot keep procrastinating about stuff as there are things that I need to do and there are places that I do not need to be, so I’ll just keep on with whatever it is that I need to keep on going on about and once that is all done I’ll just figure out the rest. I won’t avoid the evening but I’ll go on as though I am moving though things without a care and I’ll see where that takes me. I’ll embrace it all later, when I’m feeling a bit prepared.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:97

I was mostly expecting to get something out, but perhaps not as silly as this.

Written at home.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 195: A Passion for Boats

It was a fairly cloudless day. The wind blew westward, or at least it blew roughly westward, and the waves were, for the most part, low. The beach’s slope was gentle, though it seldom wasn’t and everything looked like it was going to be a good day.

They had been waiting for this day for a long time, though it had nothing to do with the weather. It was the day they would finally be able to test out their boat, or more accurately, raft. For the longest time they wanted to design and build boats and they had worked on doing so for a good while. They were still quite young but it was something that held their attention for a while and so they had spent a lot of time learning about how to maintain a boat from their village’s fishers, in between their time needed to be at school.

They weren’t the strongest swimmer, though they were trying, so when the fishers would allow them to come on some fishing trips it usually would remain in either closed waters, or not too far from their island. As they got older there was some venturing a little further out on days of good weather, but only for a day. They wanted firsthand experience on how a boat operated and how their purpose could vary, but they could only get that experience with the fishing vessels. Still, it was enough.

When they were nearing the end of their education they spent time learning how to maintain boats from working at the dock sheds, and through that they learned more about structural design and integrity. Through this they were able to slowly put together ideas for their first boat and they were able to obtain scraps.

Through the years they played around with making small platforms and structures to try and float them and when it worked it would leave them excited. What they were learning whilst working on boats  The closer they got to building their first boat, the more they thought about why it worked and what they could do to improve. When they failed they would try not to beat themselves up about it and work out what went wrong.

Eventually they reached a point where they felt they were ready to build a boat and so they took what they could and started building. It was a few months of work and they tried to do it with as little interference as possible. It’s not that they felt they knew more than others; despite what they had learned over the years their knowledge and experience was not anywhere near that of the fishers and dockers who helped them out. They wanted to take what they learned and built upon to see if they could do it themselves.

The day was finally here and so, with a little help they brought their boat down to the beach. For a brief while they looked out to the ocean and appreciated its relative calmness. In one way they were thankful for this, for if anything went wrong it’d be easy enough for them to get back to the beach. On the other, they hoped that their day of testing would feature rougher conditions.

Their boat was mostly a simple raft with a shelter, a spot for a sail and space mostly for cargo. If it floated without issue on the ocean they’d try and add a few more things if they could as they hoped they’d be able to start moving food and supplies down a river that ran from their village to another part of the island where a research station associated with some of the distant city’s universities was situated. Of course the station was already receiving supplies, but if they could take over, or at least help with this then they could get more experience directly controlling a boat.

After a few words shared they pushed the raft onto the water and hopped on. Unsurprisingly it remained afloat. With little hesitation they started using one of the punting poles they made to try and get a little further out. With some difficulty they succeeded and soon put up a sail, and waited for the wind to be favourable.

Occasionally the sail picked up something and it moved the boat around a little, but it didn’t go far. Still, they were excited by the result. They were sailing, even if it was close to the shore and their boat was holding, and that was good enough for them in that moment.

Slowly and awkwardly they made their way back to shore and they celebrated with the small group that was there. It was progress and it was success, and for them it was one step closer to eventually heading to the far off city and studying at one of the universities there. They wanted to design and build ships, and they wanted to work on a few different kinds outside of what they saw at their village.

As they pulled their boat back to where it was being stored they thought about how it was probably a year or so until they would be making their way to the city away from where they were. They hadn’t been to a city before and they wondered if it was fine to make the journey whilst still a teenager, but there were plenty of safe ways to get there, and between now and then they’d be able to work on their boat and see what else they could add to it to make it easier to sail, or maybe tear it down and build something new out of it.

Whatever they chose, there still was a lot of work ahead of them. However, it didn’t matter at that particular moment as there still was a lot ahead of them. They had a lot to see and a lot to do, and they were looking forward to what lay ahead.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 31:41:22

This was much slower than I’d hoped. It’s also based in part off an idea I had a long time ago. Even though this covers that idea pretty well, I might write with that idea as the sole focus some time.

Anyway, I’m still feeling out this worldbuilding thing and still trying to get things together. Very soft and kind of dull writing but it gets some more things across, though it could have gotten across more. Maybe. Dunno.

Here are the other parts thus far.

Written at home.

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Cliff, Water, Cliff

I was looking at this image just before and I realised that, due to perspective, part of the closer clifftop could pass as its own large landscape.

I like the contrast between the close cliff area and the next one. It’s a contrast in colour and vegetation cover, but the far area still lacks a sense of vibrancy.

I hope you enjoy.

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No Domestic Garbage

A bit of a moody and maybe kind of bleak photo. Maybe. Kind of.

I’ve done stuff similar to this before and that’s fine as I like the setup, but I should probably start looking at how I can approach this differently. Is there something that I can do that adds to this kind of photo, or changes it around in some manner?

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.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1172: No Plan to Write

And so the racing begins. I’ve no plan to write anything that may even attempt to look at the concept of substance at the moment – that comes later – so I’m just racing on ahead and hoping that something comes out of the nothingness that comes from stringing a series of words together to imply some sort of thing whilst not saying a thing at all.

There probably is a lot to say at this particular moment, but it won’t be said as there is nothing left to say. Everything that has been said has been said and everything that will be said has been said. AS such I cannot say anything else and I will fill this with audible silence. As I fill this with silence I will look inward and wonder as to why I think about the things that I think about and I will try and work out how to undo all the thinking. Maybe I can reverse the thinking… somehow.

Sometimes all I have is a series of disconnected thoughts and sometimes that is better than nothing,. Sometimes you just have to write and you just have to  do something, even if you don’t have anything to help the process of whatever you’re doing go forward. I feel compelled to write, but I wonder if that really is due to a continuous desire, or if it is just habit at this stage. I don’t know and I don’t care to know; I just keep on writing.

Sometimes if I write enough I feel satisfied with whatever it is that I have done. Sometimes. However, that satisfaction does not last long and that’s probably a good thing. You need to stay driven in some ways, but if you stay driven you should probably also try and keep on improving and that’s not always the easiest thing to do, I think.

Maybe it is. Maybe it is easy to keep on improving and work toward getting better, but I don’t know if that is indeed the case. I’m guessing about things and I guess about a lot of things, but I also spend a lot of time thinking about things too. Maybe I spend too much time thinking about things; I don’t know, but I think I should know… I think.

The day passes on and I sit here and I write and I think and what I’m thinking about right now is that I’m writing words that are coming through to this. I think that this isn’t necessarily worth finishing but I will finish it as I need to get other things done before the day is over. I will work on those other things soon but this needs to be out of the way first. Once this is out of the way I’ll try and improve my writing by a bit more than I have in the past, though I probably won’t and instead just be lazy and watch the clouds blanket the sky. I think.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:52

I think perhaps when I started writing was not the best time to start writing.
This started as something, became something else, then became something else again and it doesn’t have much of a flow. The words are fine, but overall the whole thing is a bit on the rough side of things.

Written at home.

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Final: Dead Air

With this one I tried to focus on imagery.
It’s a song I’ve listened to quite a lot and so I feel that, among other reasons, describing what is going on in the song isn’t something I’d do well. The result is something that sort of gets across imagery and mood with just enough information in there to get an impression but not a clear picture. I think.

Final’s “Dead Air” is from Dead Air.

I hope you enjoy.

Heaviness hangs in the air and a landscape gradually grows dark. Static seems to appear in the sky and everything stretches beyond a single point, and suddenly there is a complete and utter smallness in a massive landscape that still retains its silhouette. The sky shifts through its stages and sound moves and changes over time.

A melancholy holds as looking outward leads to looking inward. There’s almost a closing though the sounds draw out a staring off into a distance. The world is massive and we are small, and it is overpowering. Its hold grips tight as the landscape grows darker and quieter.

All is almost silent and soft and gentle and the sun finishes setting, and all concentrates into a single point that fades away as the song ends.

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Object of Desire

My understanding is that this is a trig station.

When I took this photo I was trying to create some sort of atmospheric, moody thing, I think. Almost feels like a barren area. Almost.

I feel like the way the rock has eroded here makes it almost look like waves. Maybe the trig station is surrounded by a storm happening around it and it is stuck there, unable to do anything other than wait it out.

I hope you enjoy.

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