The one on the left is the same as the one in a photo I shared in 2018.
I really like how the monochrome renders these cranes. There’s a certain way that they appear that I’m having trouble describing that works well with monochrome, I think.
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.
Alright, so it is the morning and I’ve had this open for a while and not done anything, so now is the time for me to start doing something and that something is once more a vetting of the words onto a screen for all to see and / or read, because of course it was going to be that.
Perhaps I should ruminate on this. I probably won’t, but perhaps I should. Perhaps it is something wroth spending the time and energy thinking about. Maybe I will do that at the end of the day, once I’ve put out however many things I will put out before the end of the day.
Of course this is speculative. I don’t know if I’ll remember to do so by the time the end of the day comes around, but it’s a nice thought to have, I think. It’s nice to think that I might just spend a good deal of time thinking deeply about this continual act of creation that goes nowhere other than around in a very small circle.
That circle now has worn itself well into the ground and I keep on following it as though there is no other choice. Still, it is familiar and there is comfort in familiarity. That isn’t the worst thing in the world. What is worse is my possible refusal to step away and start trying to go elsewhere. Could be worse I guess. At least you sometimes know what you’re going to get with these writings.
Maybe I need to be more surprising. Maybe I need to throw more things at the wall and see what happens. That isn’t always a good thing to do, of course, but perhaps in this instance it is.
What would be much better is warming up as it’s a little cold this morning and I’m feeling it and therefore I am suddenly changing what this writing is about to complain about being cold, even though I can quite easily fix my being cold. Rather do the complain than fix the issue as that way I get to have the best of both worlds, or something. I get to complain now and then I get to warm up after.
Either that or I could just not complain and get on with this, which seems like a much more productive endeavour.
So anyway, I’m questioning my writing and that’s okay as it is good to question yourself on the odd occasion, but I’m not going to do some serious thinking about it until later on in the day (assuming I remember, of course), but it’s cold and I want to complain as I want to complain about feeling cold even though I can easily resolve the issue, so… yeah. That sums it all for the time being.
Might have to see what the rest of the day brings first. Might be a long one, though might also be short. Not sure yet. Only a series of events will tell.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:93
Not great is how I’d refer to this.
I think I shifted a little too much.
Written at home.
Alright here goes:
Vast plains and empty villages and oceans rolling against cliff sides, but not over the edge; just against where the rock meets the water. It is all something to take in. Soon those villages will not be empty. They only seem empty but are in fact occupied, but only at certain times of days.
Winds blast and blow their way across valleys and plains and fields, and sometimes up and down hill, depending on how much space there is for them to move.
The sounds of animals should be heard, but the winds and oceans are so loud and roaring that it is incredibly difficult to hear anything else. It is a sense of power that meets the landscape and it is as worthy of respect as it is absolutely beautiful.
There are paths, but seldom they are immediate and obvious. For a time they seem inert, but over time they may move and change a little; not in where they go, but how they get there. The landscape continues to shift and transform. Every passing round of the sun does little to change or alter that, though only in the short term, for the sun can guide and the sun can aid in shifting and transformation, but it all depends on how responsive the land and what inhabits it respond.
The view is vast in almost all directions. Off in a distance rise mountains and their largeness blocks the way inward, but outward is vast enough if able t0o get past the violence of the waves. Forward and backward lead to a skirting of the edges; a changing of location but perhaps not really going anywhere, but sometimes that is fine. sometimes it is better to take in a changing of the scenery than it is to move away from it.
Of course if going inward, the view also changes and perhaps that is the way to go. Perhaps it is better sometimes to go up the mountains, and not just to appreciate the insignificance of the self among the vastness of the world, but sometimes it is also better to brave the moving away and outward and seeing what lies beyond and take in something different, and not just different among a changing, yet highly similar landscape, but something that can be absorbed so that when it comes time to return – if there is indeed any time to return at all – heading inward brings with it new tools and resources and other elements that may make the eventual climb perhaps that much more able to be done with a sense of certainty and readiness, though of course maybe there was that readiness all along.
Perhaps with any shift, there will be changes in what can and cannot be heard and maybe further on the ocean is more peaceful, and as such more fauna can be heard, but of course in any event the only way to find out is to start moving in a direction.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:27:42
Not great writing, but I’m content with the result.
Written at home.
I guess that makes it have meaning, or something.
This was quick.
It’s okay.
I hope you enjoy.
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Words strung together
To show formations
In which some meaning
May be divined
Despite meaninglessness
Pervading what’s used
The search goes onward
Certain there’s something
The lights are on and I am sitting here, hoping to get this all written in under nine minutes.
If I can indeed do that, then… well, something something and so on and so forth.
Today it is not so much that I am looking to get under that target time, but it is more that I have to start doing things very shortly and I’ve put this off for too long. I think that once I have this pout of the way, I will need to start getting ready for the other things and so therefore I need to work hard on this to make sure that it does indeed get done.
Well then, I guess this should commence even though it already has commenced, so therefore I am already well within it, or something.
Sometimes I really wonder as to why I continue doing these. Well, I do know as to why I do these, but of course I do question why sometimes. Right now I am not questioning as to why as right now I’m just trying to get warm and trying to get into a state where all of this will come together in some sort of glorious fusion that make sense, but somehow won’t. I don’t think it will, at the very least. Anyway, with that being said I’m going to go onto other things now as that is part of the aim of the game and my aim is true this morning, or at least I hope it is true. That is to say, I don’t know what I am going on about.
Maybe I need to sit down and work out what it is that I am indeed trying to say. I do not know if there is anything out there that is even being said by me at the present moment. I seem to be stuck on a treadmill and need to get off the treadmill so I can take a breather and work out what it is that is being said by all of this writing. Sometimes it feels a little more like a progressive purging of things that need to be purged, but of course I keep on purging the same thing, so is there anything being purged at all?
Maybe that is something that I need to worry about another time as I am running out of time and therefore I need to focus on getting this done so I can move on and get on with things and so on and so forth and you get the idea, which is good as I’m not sure as to what idea it is that I am getting; I’m just following the lines and seeing where they lead me, if they do indeed lead anywhere at all. It is quite possible that they just loop around upon themselves and continually go inward before they acquiesce to something unknown to me and then head outward and away from whatever it was that they were heading toward, thus leading me elsewhere which of course would still remain unknown to me.
Perhaps they will lead to the beach and therefore I will be able to have a look at a beach and enjoy some of the ocean and some sand and some waves which just so happen to be a part of the ocean instead of apart from the ocean, which of course would be rather unfortunate. Would rather fortunate than unfortunate, but sometimes you have to take what you can and work with it to do the best that you can given any current situation that you just might happen to find yourself in.
Maybe I won’t find myself in this situation at all and instead will just find myself led to my desk where I will sit down and write away so that I can try and achieve the target of which I have set for myself due to needing to get other things done sooner rather than later. This is of course creating an intensity that I neither like nor appreciate, but sometimes that is the way it is going.
Hang on; not so much an intensity as it is a pressure that I am not enj0oying dealing with, but of course as this is of my own creation, I have no one to blame but myself. Had I started doing things earlier, I would not be dealing with this right now and so I only have to face up to the responsibility of my lack of actions and thus admit that perhaps it is better to start earlier rather than later; something I have admitted a few times to myself and yet seldom stick to for some reason. Oh well. Sometimes that is the way things go and ri0ght now it is the way that things are going.
That said, I am nearly there. I think I can get there. I think I can take it to the end and maybe finish in an exciting way. There is little time left, but I can do it, maybe. I can do it if I try and go fast enough. I do not know if I will be able to do it at this stage, but I can do it. I just need to really focus and try and make sure that this all still makes sense somehow. I don’t know if it will, but maybe it will. Maybe I will get there and it will all be fine so long as I keep on going and know when to stop, rather than where to stop, though of course I need to also know that.
Now, with all of that being said, I really need to wrap this up and I am near the end and the end is coming and perhaps I will get there, but perhaps I won’t. I don’t know how fast I’m going, but I’m sure that the nine minute mark just passed.
Well, I nearly did it.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:16:85
Almost got there.
I wrote this a few hours ago.
Whilst looking over it to fix spelling, I realised that some of this is alright. I almost found myself “in the zone”. However, a lot of this is not acceptable.
Written at home.
Alright, time to take the being busy back. It is Monday and it early both in the month and the season. Time to get on to whatever “it” is and be busy and all that stuff. Productivity time. And so on.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. Maybe I’m being led along by that. Who knows?
Anyway, I think that tis is the waking up to seize the day or something, but already I’m going backward and sitting in a chair and feeling the sensation of relaxing overcome me in a way that it normally does, but of course I need to fight this off so that I get some stuff done as opposed to no stuff done.
Will there be any doing of the stuff?
That is yet to be determined. What has been determined is yet to be revealed. What has been revealed has been disseminated, but is yet to be disseminated. It is an increasing inward spiral that seems to lead nowhere and not help with getting anything done other than announcements upon announcements, continually piling up until it is almost impossible to get to where it started due to there being far too much to dive on through in order to get to where it started as it keeps on piling on top of itself, but also increases its own height through increasing in places that aren’t necessarily the top of the pile, so there’s a bit of a problem there but surely it is one that can be gotten through so long as the work is put in, but of course that work might as well just be cutting the whole thing down and starting again as that might be much faster, if I am to be honest.
So anyway, I need to get busy and I need to get on with doing things so that I can announce that I am indeed doing things, but knowing where to start is always a difficult prospect.
Maybe I need not know and instead should just do as that seems to be the way to best approach this situation of my own creation and handling.
What if it is not the best way to approach? What if this approach puts me in a disadvantage, thus putting me in a disadvantageous position? I don’t know if this is going to cause some sort of nasty issue that I am unprepared to grapple with, so therefore maybe what I really need to do is rethink the way I approach this so that I can approach it in a way that makes more sense and thus creates a situation where success is more likely than it is less likely. That of course would be a great thing, or something.
With all of that being said, I don’t know where I am going with this and so I need to figure out the way to go ahead, but what I am saying is that it’s time to get busy.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:36:34
This was a bit of a struggle to write.
Not sure if that struggle was good.
Written at home.
A few days ago I drove out to Lithgow. There were a few stops along the way; one of which included a lookout facing Mount Solitary.
This is the second time I’ve shared a photo of Mount Solitary with clouds around its base (here is the first).
I like how the clouds appear in this photo. They don’t appear to be engulfing the entirety of the valleys, but they do seem to be spreading out.
This is my submission into the one hundred-and-thirty-seventh Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.
The theme for this one is “Soft“.
I feel this counts due to clouds often being considered soft in appearance.
The challenge is hosted by four people and cycles weekly:
Week 1 – Patti
Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya
Week 3 – Amy
Week 4 – Tina
This week’s challenge is curated by Leya. Amy is curating the next challenge.
The challenges are pretty fun and there’s a lot of room for interpretation that doesn’t get in the way of enjoyment. If you’re into photography, then I suggest participating, or at the least checking out what other people are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
Another photo of part of The Archibald Memorial Fountain (previous parts here and here).
When I took this photo I was trying to capture the symmetry. I think I came close to what I wanted.
I like how this image feels almost noisy and full of motion.
I also like that so much of the water seems to hang in the hair in a way that feels like it shouldn’t.
I hope you enjoy.
Staring at the screen and trying to peel it all back in order to see what lies beyond the screen. I do know what is behind the screen, but of course I am talking about something far beyond.
What will be there? Will there be anything at all? Is there even a point in thinking about this? Maybe, though of course maybe not, In any event, I will try and find a way to peel it all back and see what is there and perhaps even hope a little that there will be something discovered. Who knows if there will be anything there anyway? Not I, that is for certain.
However, if I do not try and peel everything back, then I might just never find out, so finding out is the way to go at the moment as that is what I feel like writing and so I am at the whimsy of the writing today.
Now, I stare and stare and then I stare some more and I see nothing. Nothing appears and there is nothing revealing itself. I’m trying to workout which is the right way to stare at this thing but nothing is coming forward, but of course there is no point ion stopping as of yet as I have not been doing the staring for long. Therefore I continue to stare and I continue to look at the screen. It is blank; well, there is stuff on the screen, but it is blank in a sense. It feels very much like an untouched canvass, waiting for something and I am yet to work out what that something is. However, what I do know is that its blankness is of no concern to me.
I stare into it and I stare around it, but there is no staring through to see what is on the other side. No matter how I try, there is nothing, but I keep on trying. There must be a way. There must be some sort of hint; a clue that will lead to that which is what I am hoping to do; peel it all back and see what is behind the screen.
I keep on staring and looking to see what is beyond but all I see is the imagery of circuitry and there is little else I can locate. The corner of the wall is there, but I can see that just above the screen. Little, if anything, reveals itself and so I am here, continuing to stare and looking to see what lies beyond. Will it reveal itself? Will I need to find a way to reveal it? I know not of what it is that I need to do, but I keep on doing that which I have done thus far and perhaps maybe there will be a little something that I can work with and find something more than what it is that I currently see, but until then I shall keep on staring and hoping.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:33:58
I think this is rather weak. There is a workable idea in there somewhere, but I don’t think I did it justice.
Written at home.
With this photo I was trying to get a sort of layered effect with the sails.
Didn’t go as well as I hoped, but there’s always next time.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 