Afternoon Urban Scenery

A dramatic photo featuring yesterday’s chimneys.
I’ve shared a few photos of these chimneys and I think that all the hyperlinks here cover them all, though I can’t help but feel I’ve missed one.

Anyway, I decided to stuff around a bit with this photo. Try and make a strong silhouette. It mostly worked but there’s still a bit of field that’s visible. The moodiness comes through quite a fair bit which I like, and the chimney’s presence almost feels inescapable.

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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Water, Sculpture, Chimneys

This is another scene from Sydney Park.

Rather unintentionally, the framing of this reminds me of the opening scene of a game I’ve played a few times. That aside, this is probably too dark and too bright.

I hope you enjoy.

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View from a Wooden Coastal Path

More La Perouse scenery.

There’s not much to say about this one. It’s just a pleasing photo with a nice balance of colour and light.

I hope you enjoy.

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Paint Portrait

I started this in May whilst dealing with some lingering effects from COVID-19. I’d been wanting to resume MS Paint Masterpieces and so I decided the best time was whilst still feeling crappy. Most of this was done then; I finished the rest just now, though most of that was cleaning a little bit of this up and then adding some colour.

The image is a trace of a sketch someone did of me many years ago.

I hope you enjoy.

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Kayo Dot: Blasphemy: A Prophecy

This one took two listens. I felt there wasn’t enough said after the first time around so I spent the second one filling out the parts I thought were lacking the most. The result is something that’s not necessarily good, but it feels informative. Sort of a mix of things, maybe.

Kayo Dot’s “Blasphemy: A Prophecy” is from Blasphemy.

I hope you enjoy.

Rhythm throbs whilst other sounds dance upon it in a steady, specific fashion. Pointed vocals enter and keep their phrases clear whilst sound shifts underneath. Tension comes forward as does a sense of despair; it’s a bleak and cold space the sounds inhabit, and it’s not long before there is a sense of alignment in them and the vocals before everything pushes outward.

The beat grows and the sounds seem to rise up and draw into themselves. Melody comes more to the forefront and emotion weighs heavy. There’s a need for release and tension grows as guitar rolls and flows on whilst letting out light flickers. It seems like everything is going to burst, but at the high point everything pulls back.

A brief few moments and the vocals return and the sounds continue their dance with each other. The tension also finds itself diminished but it continues on and atmosphere reigns. However, it reigns not for long and on a final few words the song ends.

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A Poem About Shapes Moving Across the Sky

Just a quick and rough one.
I like the imagery of this as well as the lack of knowing.
Well, the idea of not knowing what something is or why it is doing what it is doing.
I think I could’ve done a better job in getting that across.

I hope you enjoy.

Slowly moving and seemingly formless
They slither across a reddening sky
In ways that seem quite alien

They lengthen and compress
And still move smoothly
As though they move on two separate planes

They finally take shape
And they continue moving
Sailing on no air currents

Soon they stop moving
They sit far above
And cast darker shadows below

Before the sun finishes setting
The objects rapidly disintegrate
Their nothingness leaves behind their shadows

The shadows remain
At least for a while longer
By morning they are gone

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1164: Thinking About Stuff

I think that perhaps doing another speed challenge is not the best thing to do at this particular juncture but I feel like doing it for some reason. Perhaps I’m just too stubborn or something. Anyway.

I think about the sky and the clouds and I think about how they form and dissipate. I think about how rain moves across the ocean and I think about how the waves break against the coastline. Various forms of terrain and various forms of erosion. Jagged rocks, smooth, sand grains, vegetation, sandbanks, dunes and all those things flow through my thoughts.

I wonder if I’m applying my degree in a way that I didn’t think I’d ever apply it, and I wonder as to the limits of my imagination. Perhaps I also wonder about how my imagination is growing from just spending time at the coast.

I think that perhaps I need to rest a bit but I won’t do that as there remains a lot to be done before I can declare that very little has been done. It is a long day and long days stretch out for eternities, though they always end before an eternity does so I don’t really know what I’m going on about. However, I still think about things and it seems that the days do indeed grow longer, so I’m going to assume that somehow I’m controlling the flow of time and in that control I’m somehow getting more out of the day, but a lot of that more is a lot of nothing so I’m getting a lot more nothing out of the day.

I like to be efficient where I can.

So I’m thinking about these things and I’m thinking about how they work. I’m thinking about them in part due to my degree but also how they influence a fantasy setting. I’m thinking about how much a fantasy setting should reflect reality and how much it should look like reality, if it should look like reality at all. Should magic be everywhere? Should it be powerful? Should it be mundane? Should it have a cost based on not being able to create something from nothing? I don’t know but thees are what I am mostly thinking about.

I should probably think about other things but it is a long day and I’m trying to get things underway. There is a lot to take in and a lot to absorb. There still is a lot of coastline to photograph and this will happen unless it doesn’t.

The pleasant thing about going on trips to try and understand things better is I’m getting out of the house a bit more and that’s nice. It’s also nice that I get to partake in a few of my interests at once.

Anyway, there is a lot of building to be done and the day escapes so I need to go chasing it, but before that I’m just gonna try and slow down time just a bit more.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:27:37

Fast and with not too much drag.
Also pretty low on repetition. Maybe.

Written at home.

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One Thousand Word Challenge 194: A Fishing Day Ends

They sat there and they fished, and as they fished they thought about how the waves and wind raging against the other side of the small cape were close, but were it not for the sound of the waves crashing they’d seem far more distant. They thought about a lot of things whilst they waited for the first catch of the day to bite and they appreciated their surroundings.

Gradually the clouds seemed to clear, though perhaps they were just heading elsewhere for the time being. Much like the waves on this side of the cape, the sky became gentle in its appearance, though they wondered if it was like that outside of their view.

Gradually the wind died down, as did the waves and the sounds of people going about their daily activities reached their ears and they found a bit more peace than usual.

After a while they wondered if there were any fish in the area for there had been no bites. It seemed odd to them though as the bay was often plentiful on a day like this. When all was good you could cast anywhere in the bay and catch something with little, if any difficulty. The village had always made sure to limit their catch as, whilst they weren’t in the worst position for having supplies imported, they weren’t in the best either. They had to make sure to not over-fish so as to ensure that stock remained plentiful for themselves and for those staying at the inn during their travels. Besides which, they wanted to make sure that the bay stayed healthy and so they were careful about what they took.

They considered the fact that maybe it wasn’t the best day for fishing and perhaps they should have placed some traps instead, but it was a little too late and so they continued on. After a while longer, however, they started to wonder if they had cast their spell of charming bait incorrectly and so reeled in.

The bait had mostly fallen off, leaving very little. They removed what remained and grumbled as they threw it back in the water, then threaded a new bit of bait in the way to cast the charm spell once more, then cast their line again. They then returned to waiting and their thoughts, and eventually through no attempt fell asleep.

They had been asleep for perhaps fifteen minutes before they woke up and found that the sky had changed. What was once growing blue was now dark and heavy, and the winds once more were forceful. They looked to beyond the bay’s entrance and saw a storm rapidly approaching. They preferred to not get soaked and so they reeled in their line, packed everything up and made their way back to their abode. Unfortunately they were not quick enough and the storm reached them before they left the rock platforms and so they ducked into an alcove, thinking that they could wait out the afternoon shower.

As they sat there, waiting and hoping they would dry sooner rather than later, they wondered if any wildlife would come looking for food. Perhaps it would keep them company; perhaps it would be defensive. They wondered about a lot of things and hoped the rain would stop soon, for it was thick and heavy and there was little visibility.

As they sat there they wondered if perhaps they could cast out from here. There was a slight distance between the alcove and the water but it was not impossible, and so once more they set up their rod and once more they charmed their bait, and once more they cast their line. Despite the heaviness of the rain they were able to get it to the water and so once more they waited for something to bite.

Their focus on trying to catch something helped pass the time, and due to how unrelenting the sound of the rain was the sound eventually moved to the back of their mind. They waited and waited, and they waited some more until eventually they felt a bite, and perhaps something hooked onto the line.

They knew that they had to go out into the rain to reel in what was on the line, and in getting up the sound of the rain came roaring back into their focus. It almost was deafening and it startled them, but they continued out of the alcove anyway.

They stood there in the rain, wondering about the one catch they might have. They weren’t sure if they’d eat it or sell it, or if they’d provide it to the inn or to the researchers in the area. At this point they just wanted to have something to take back with them. They reeled in their line and soon found that, once more, their bait was mostly gone.

They stood there in the rain and felt defeated by the experience, but there was nothing they could do about it except go back into the alcove, grab their things and finish the rest of the trek in the rain. They’d get even more wet but at least they could dry off when they got home.

Before they turned around they saw something in the water. It was large and it didn’t seem like a fish they recognised as belonging to the bay. It had an odd shape, being relatively flat and almost like a wide board. Before it disappeared a small pectoral could be made out, as well as dorsal that, relative to the pectoral, was long.

They were surprised to see what they thought was a mola, let alone in this area and weather. They wondered what it meant, if it meant anything at all.

After a while they remembered they were in the rain. They went back to the alcove, packed everything and quickly made their way back to their abode. They dried off and, once comfortable, stared out into the unrelenting rain and lighting.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 30:09:38

I wanted to continue this bit of writing but I feel what I wrote here was too long. Then I rushed at the end and so the result is really uneven.

This is part of the worldbuilding thing I’m doing and so there’s a bit more of the things I want to do with that here. Trying to work out how things fit and what they are.

If anything from this carries forward, then timing-wise this would be around the time of this. Also trying to work out where this would fit, if any of it would fit at all.

I hope you enjoy.

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Two Thousand Words in Twenty Minutes Once more

Once more I engage in racing the clock and I’m not certain as to why. I thought this would be a good idea but it seems that I had deceived myself and now I’m wondering as to how I go about things. I can’t slow down much but I can keep on going and that’s something that’s good to know, but I need to get this all done in under twenty minutes and there are a lot of words that I need to write in order to get there and so this is not the best way to go about doing things, I think.

That said, I think I will get over the wall and I’ll get to where I need to get to on =order to meet the challenge, but I can confirm that even this early in I’m al;ready dreading what I’ve set out to do.

There will be a lot of writing that happens throughout the rest of the day and in all that writing there will be discoveries. Maybe I will discover myself through all the words as somehow the words will break me down to my purest and most vulnerable and I will be forced to reckon with myself. I will be in a position where I have no choice but to accept that which is at the core of my being and I will need to work out what it all means. It will be tough and it will be arduous but I’m sure that, given enough time I will be able to deal with it all. Maybe I will even shed a few tears and in those tears there will be the purest form of expression. That expression will be held accountable to a high standard and I will face it all and then I will walk away and I will be changed by the experience. The experience will see me reshaped into someone else entirely, though I will fundamentally be the person I have always been and that’s fine.

Maybe it is not fine and really I’m just trying to trick myself into believing it will be fine and thus in assuming the conclusion I don’t need to go on the journey at all. I already know the result and so therefore I don’t need to do anything as anything that needs to be done has already been done sim0ply by my thinking about it and so therefore I can just sit here and be proud of my achievements even though I am yet to achieve anything. However, I digress.

When I set out for this particular challenge I thought it would be a good idea to push the generation of fiction. However, I forgot the terms that came about the two other times I’ve done this and so, in looking them up I found myself unable to work out how to proceed. Of course the best way to go ahead is to just write but I wasn’t sure and in being unsure I created the barrier that prevented me from going forward, but in being as tired as I am right now maybe that was a good thing as trying to churn out a significant amount of words in a strict time limit and having those words be based around fiction might not be the best thing right now.

With that being said, I can only wonder as to what would have come forward, if anything would have come forward at all. It could’ve been a pretty miserable time and it could’ve led to a lot of pointless stress and that is something I want to avoid more than I want to entertain. Still, I’m going at it now and even though this is not fiction, at least it is rolling forward quite easily, though now that I am thinking about that I’m finding myself stumbling a bit more than I’d like. Such is life, I suppose.

Being tired and writing is not the best way to go about things sometimes but sometimes it is and you get the idea. It is something that I do a lot of and maybe it suggests that I need to spend more time sleeping and looking after myself. Will I? Probably not, but it is something to think about and so in thinking about it it is something else I can pat myself on the back for and being self-congratulatory is something that I do quite enjoy so it is something that I’ll indulge in more often rather than less often as that is something that I want to do.

Now with that being said I have to admit that it is not the best way to go about things and so I need to start thinking about better ways of going about things. I need to look inward and work out what it is that I want to do with my writing. Do I want to grow? Do I want to start digging away at what makes me me? Do I just want to write and do I just want to write in a way that implies my ego is far greater than it actually is? I’m just not sure right now but I am sure that, at the very least I want to become a better writer and so that is something that I need to get to the core of, somehow.

I guess the only way that I can go about doing that is by going on a deep dig and really thinking about writing. Maybe I need to think about thinking about writing rather than just thinking about writing. Maybe there are a lot of things that I need to do and I need to work on what I can right now rather than thinking far into the future and going from there.

Maybe there are things that I need not worry about at all and really what I should be doing is trying to enjoy the fact that I’ve thrown myself into something that I don’t want to be doing only because I hadn’t thought properly about what I’d be doing. That’s on me though, so… yeah. Something something and so on and so forth and let’s just pretend the realisation is here.

I’ve become aware that I’m slowing down quite a lot and that’s not good. I need to get to the end of this and if I can get to the end of this, then hooray, I think. Well, I don’t need to get to the end of this. I just need to get something done, but I don’t even need to do that, really.

So now that I have that out of the way I can also admit that I don’t necessarily need to write fast as it’s more important to write well, but I’m not going to entertain that too much as really I just want to write fast and I don’t want to think too much about what it is that I’m writing, so long as I’m not writing hurtful shit. That’s what I definitely do not want to do. We’re here to learn and be better and look after reach other and a whole slew of things… or at least, those are things we can be here for. Life is too short to be a shitty person. We can do so much better and so that is what I want to do, but right now I just want to write fast and get a whole load of rambling out of the way. Once I’ve done that I can get other things done. Maybe I can do that bit of fiction writing that I wanted to do but did not get around to starting when I started this.

Really, in order to get any of this done I’m going to have to peel things away and get down to the core of what it is that I am and who I am. I’m going to have to face things and I’ll have to face them without flinching as there may be some horrible things inside that I want to hide from. Then again, maybe it will all be nice, but I will need to face it all. I will need to look at myself and really hurt from what it is that I am and then I can grow from there. Maybe all is fine and that will be what hurts the most, but of course that would be a good thing. However, I know that, regardless, I will be walking away from it all changed.

There will be no looking at things the same way anymore as there will be no way to look at things with a perspective I no longer have. I could of course try and guess how I would look at things had I remained the same, but I had not remained the same and so those will all be guesses. From there I will just have to deal with life the best way that I can and then go from there. Maybe it will be a furthering of the concept of the journey and maybe that will be a good thing. I don’t know. What I do know is that there will be plenty of space for learning and growing and changing, and I will need to embrace it all to the best of my ability.

If nothing else changes then I will be left floating along in a space I do not want to be in and so I will need to leave and truly embrace the concept of the journey. I might see things I’ve never seen before and I might experience experiences yet to be experienced.
I will think long and hard about things and eventually I will return once more and all will be things I do not recognise in the slightest and I’ll not be able to settle down and I’ll wander as to if it was always like this. I’ll think about if it has been the same and I have changed, or if it is the other way around, but the end result will be the same; I will leave for good and seek new places to settle down within, and then other things will happen, and all of this will have happened due to my breaking myself down into core components and having a good dig into them to see what is revealed.

I could also just try and learn to be a better writer, but of course that requires effort that I am unwilling to provide right now and so that won’t happen as there are other, more distracting things that I need to deal with before I can deal with those.

Anyway, I think this bit of rambling has gone on for far enough. In all of these words nothing has come forward and I know not how to proceed, but I keep on pretending that I do because I actually do but I’m pretending to not know and so this all becomes itself and in it becoming itself a new thing is borne and it too just looks for a place to sit as standing is tiring sometimes. Sometimes you don’t want to stand and you’d rather rest, but there is no time for rest until there is and so I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Alright, so with all of that being said I think I can proudly proclaim I’ve learned nothing and in learning nothing I’ve gained everything. I’ll hold everything close and I’ll work out what is truly important to me and then once I’ve done that I’ll go from there. Before then I need to think about which is the fastest way to get to the bathroom as I need to go, but that could take a lot of work and so I might not put that work in. Besides which, the fastest way to the bathroom is down the hall.

19:39:02

This was a rough run. I’m remembering why I only did this twice before today.

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Malabar Path

One of many in Malabar, and one of very, very few I’ve walked along in said area.
This one is really straightforward and runs through a small bit of coastline. It had rained shortly before arriving but the clouds were still covering most of the sky but it still was a pleasant enough walk.

The photo is alright. Maybe a slight bit cold, a little quiet, but overall scenic.

This is my submission into the two hundred-and-eighteenth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Over The Hill“.

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 guest-hosted by Donna of Wind Kisses. Tina 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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