This is one of those photos I want to retake, but see no reason to as it works well as it is. Just a good shot, I feel. Vague and specific, and suggestive of structure.
I hope you enjoy.
This isn’t a particularly good photo, but I like the difference in clouds here. There’s this alteration in textures that I like. I’m not sure why; I can’t explain it, but it appeals to me.
I hope you enjoy.
One listen.
Went in, did it, didn’t think too much. Some bits here and there, but otherwise… yeah. A short bit of writing for a short piece of music.
Jon Batiste, Chad Smith & Bill Laswell’s “B1” is from The Process.
I hope you enjoy.
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Hums, moving and shrinking away. Soon keys roll in and play with a sense of beauty. They distort and become harsh, and peaceful, and they clash. They clash against themselves, and it creates this barrier, almost. This separation of memory.
It hurts and is harsh, but there’s a pushing past that, and sounds stir under the keys, or behind them, and they still play beautifully, even when they sink, and a hum returns, and everything fades away as the song ends.
With this photo I wanted to make the plane look tiny, and that I succeeded in doing. I think, however, I didn’t balance this photo enough. I like how the clouds came out, but I feel I could’ve gotten them a bit brighter.
I hope you enjoy.
For this challenge I went digging for photos I could use as I haven’t been out in nature for a good while. Came across the dune photos I took around the last NYE, hadn’t thought about them for a while due to them being from the last holiday I had with my ex.
This one is nice. Feels a bit off and I like that. The starkness of the space is there, and it’s coloured through a sunset and what feels like too much brightness.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-seventieth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Ancient“.
These sand dunes are probably ancient. They’re likely ancient in terms of how people might think of things being ancient. They could be young in geological terms. They’re old and new at the same time, always changing, always the same.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
This one is curated by Sofia. The next one is curated by Ritva.
I recommend joining the community and participating in the challenges. They’re pretty straightforward, allow room for interpretation, and provide a good way to think about photography in general. If not, however, then at the very least you should check out what others submit to the challenges.
I hope you enjoy.
I was at USYD early one day a few months ago. Saw this, took the photo. I get why the sign is there, but I still find it interesting as it almost appears to not make sense. Just a random placement by a someone being silly.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. The next one is hosted by Elke of Pictures Imperfect Blog, and she has chosen the theme “Farm Animals”.
This challenge is open to all, and I recommend joining in. If want to, check out more information about it here, and include the tag “monochrome-madness” when you share your photo. If you’d prefer not to join in, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography, and what other people submit.
I hope you enjoy.
Alright I’m about to tear through a bunch of things. Well, one more thing, but I’m gonna tear through the day. I’m gonna tear through the day and some writing, and then I’m gonna get on with the getting on.
The sun is shining through a window, and it’s shining in a way that creates a firm line that doesn’t reach as far as perhaps it should. However, it is pleasant. It is nice. It is pleasant and nice. It contrasts with the shade around it, and the shade caused by the light in here. Probably inaccurate to say, but I think it gets across the idea.
I’m sitting here, waiting for work to begin. Waiting to start the day and get on with the getting on. Waiting for something to happen; to break the sound and silence. To cut into the stillness of the bitter music I’m listening to. Music still hurts, but it means something. It says something and it wraps around my head and whips my ears, even in its calm moments, for calm music can be just as violent and affective as violent music. This is, of course, a different kind of violence; it’s the violence of the heart, and what can be teased out in moments of softness, but this music cuts and it cuts deep, and sometimes that’s the best kind. You hope it’s the best kind, anyway. Maybe it isn’t, but right now that doesn’t matter. What does is that it’s saying something still.
A while ago I felt the desire to write about music come back to me, but the desire to write wasn’t there. I don’t know if that makes sense. I wanted to write, but I also didn’t. Actually pretty simple stuff, now that I think about it. Anyway…
But I felt it and then there was something that made me believe in music again. I’ve written a lot of words about music, and it’s mostly crap, but it was worth writing about then and it is worth writing about now. I know I said this, but I’ve that desire coming back, I think. There’s an itch, and whilst delayed, I’ve started editing again this morning. Chipping away at my pain to create something that still might hurt, but hopefully says something about music. Says something about a relationship with music. You hope you say something meaningful sometimes.
I think that I’m a bit hesitant. It hasn’t been too long since the last essay I published, but what if I don’t say anything worthwhile? What if I don’t have it in me anymore? Silly questions to ask, but questions I ask nonetheless. Concerns and anxieties are likely always going to be with me, but I still should bow to my ego and publish work I believe in. Let the uncertainties have their say, work out if they are saying anything worthwhile, and then move on. Get on with the getting on, push on through. Just keep on writing and improving.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:45:06
Written before work and shared during lunch.
Some more stuff I’m happy about, but only because it was going somewhere toward the end.
Written at work.
I took this photo specifically for Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” (Brian of Bushboy’s World is hosting with the theme of “Ceramics”). Wanted to try and get something arty. It kind of worked.
I’ve had this mug for around eleven years now. Surprised it’s lasted as long as it has. I took it from someone I worked with back in St. Leonards without realising; it was left sitting around, I started using it. One day they were in the office, noted it was theirs. I offered to give it back, they didn’t mind. After they were gone, the mug stayed and I took it with me when everyone was made redundant.
This challenge is open to all, and I recommend joining in. If want to, check out more information about it here, and include the tag “monochrome-madness” when you share your photo. If you’d prefer not to join in, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography, and what other people submit.
I hope you enjoy.
Drone metal, or drone doom (which is the term I prefer), can often make for good music whilst writing. In this case it’s a bunch of Nadja’s stuff (and at this particular moment, one song as it do be a long song), and it’s great. I have no idea what is going on as it’s a song I haven’t heard before now, but it’s nice and it’s pleasant… and I have no idea as to what I should write. And that’s okay. It’s okay to not know.
Maybe I’ve covered this before. I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care right now. I haven’t been able to “write” for a good while now, and I think it is finally coming back to me. I think I’ll be able to edit tonight. I hope I’ll be able to edit tonight, but I won’t know until I give it a go… so hopefully in a few days I’ll have something published. I don’t know. But I might just give it a go.
Sometimes it can be good to not know about what to write. Sometimes it can be good to not feel able to, but the times that that can be good are pretty specific. Pretty narrow times. Incredibly specific, I think, as a warning can be misunderstood as a sign to push on. But you know.
So I’m sitting here. I’m… happy. I am actually happy, and I’m in this room and I don’t care that there are people behind me. I feel okay with it. I feel relaxed. Might not later, but right now I don’t care. Right now I have a view that’s not the greatest, but it doesn’t matter because I feel happy and relaxed, and I think I will be able to write again. I think it’s coming back to me now. Maybe it isn’t; maybe I’m just gassy. But I think it is, and I hope it is because I miss it. I don’t, but I do, and I think I’m missing it more than I’m not, and there’s only one way to find out, really. Just gotta go look at my work and see where it takes me.
See this feels like the point where I should end this bit of writing, but this song has reached a climax of sorts and it urges me to continue. Still has a good chunk of time to go, so this probably isn’t the climax. This probably isn’t the peak. There’s more to come, and who knows where it will lead. Who knows where it will go. I don’t, and that should be a sign. That should be a sign to explore and look and find where it all leads. Get back on the path and follow it through the brambles and thickets, and keep going through everything until it becomes clear again, unless it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter right now.
What matters is that I get up and follow it, and hopefully start writing again.
the time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:32:55
Rough, light, surface. Honest. And so on. I do like this one a lot as it captures quite strongly how I am feeling at the moment. It’s not good writing, but I don’t care right now.
Written at work.
This one I wasn’t going to share. I very much want to retake it, but I’m very tired at the moment and feel as though I should share something.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 