Not sure if this is one of the more interesting ibis photos I’ve taken or not, but I do like it. Has perhaps too much of a contrast between light and shade, which helps make the ibis look odd, or rather not quite conventional.
I hope you enjoy.
Another photo I thought I’d shared but hadn’t.
One of the martins was trying to land and, from what I remember, it disrupted the one it’s above in this photo.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
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.
Going with monochrome for this one as it’s too harsh in colour. Fine when there, looking at it, but not so much in photography, or rather, how I took it.
But yeah; a sign of important warning removed from its context.
I hope you enjoy.
A weird day of wasted time of misspent hours. A not-insubstantial amount spent trying to work out why some music was losing all of its information whenever trying to fix it up, and now I’m here, sitting, and looking at some clouds drifting on over and I realise that those look like clouds of rain and it’s not meant to rain today, and that’s not good as the washing still needs a little bit of time to dry. Just a little bit longer, of course.
Serves me right for hanging things up late, really.
So it’s a wasted day, though there was some walking. There was some exercise. I consider that a productive use of time, but I need to do more with what I have and right now I’m doing less. Could be worse, but could be better.
I need to stop doing this getting into gear in the evening, but maybe the time to drop everything is sooner rather than later. Maybe I haven’t thought enough about things and it’s time to move on now, because all I’m doing is perpetuating a burnout that has been my fine friend for years at this point.
What am I writing? Why am I writing this in particular? It does not offer anything and I’m not offering much in the way of form and function for words to travel across space and time. I am saying words that are wasted in this collection and order, and I’m sitting here and readily spewing them more. They go into a void.
A low rumble of thunder and now I’m getting really concerned. I don’t want to stop writing but I need to address the washing outside. I need to keep an eye on the weather and I need to keep an eye on the clothes. I need to keep an eye on a number of things, it seems, and those things are just increasing in amount… or they’re not, but I need to pretend they are so as to get across some sort of dramatic tension that I cannot exactly resolve… though I can, but I don’t want to.
In a way I wish I could restart this weekend. Get over to other things, get everything I needed to get done done and spend time thinking about what could have been had we treated Indigenous Australians better, though I think about that here and there anyway, though perhaps not enough. And I don’t want to move away from that, but one’s personal problems seem overwhelming when they’re so small, and that there is an issue because they shouldn’t. One should not be consumed by them, and one should allow themselves the opportunity to think and wonder, and try to bridge gaps and help people where they need it and if they want it. I think we don’t think enough about others.
But now I need to worry about the rain, and that worry really is so insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:58:81
One of those days and one of those bits of writing where not much is said and not much happens. Touch on something important, but don’t explore it enough.
Written at home.
More sand dunes and now featuring the sunset.
Something about this space feels vast and empty, or quiet. Disappearing. I’m not sure.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-thirty-third Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Complimentary Colors“.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
This one is curated by Egídio. The next one is curated by Tina.
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.
Not actually a pose but rather the pelican landing (from what I remember), but it looks like a pose.
I hope you enjoy.
The first sunset of this year, this photo is of, but facing away from the sun. All about the mood, hence the moodiness.
Really this isn’t that good a photo. It’s fine; it’s composed well enough, but I don’t think it offers much of anything beyond that moodiness. Of course one could think of how this represents some sort of general form of connection, and perhaps in this lighting that casts the idea of that being a positive thing into question rather than certainty, but so many of these shots do that. Still, I like the lighting and the emptiness. That’s what appeals to me most.
I hope you enjoy.
Someone who wasn’t Molly Ringwald, Danny DeVito and myself were looking to jump onto a train that was going by. We had a briefcase full of money that we’d acquired, and inside the money was Illuminati pyramid-shaped, and gold.
There were some false starts but we needed to hurry to get away, and the person who wasn’t Molly Ringwald ended up being successful. Eventually so was Danny DeVito, but he also wasn’t.
So Danny DeVito and I were trying to get on a passing train so we could get away and I was able to get on one, but I think I was worried about Danny DeVito and then I was not on one, but he ended up on one and so I grabbed onto the handle of one that was moving past and got away, but I couldn’t get inside until the train stopped, which it did, but I had to hold on and wait on the train step outside the door.
The train stopped and when it did I went to go in and someone said something about needing to buy a ticket because people are riding on the outside, and I said something like “Yeah no worries, I will” and so I went into the train and walked through the carriages until I got to the one where you buy a ticket. I went downstairs and I saw Molly Ringwald.
Then Danny DeVito had a change of heart and was helping the FBI to catch us.
Then I woke up.
It’s a hot day outside and I was planning on doing some editing on my lunch break but it seems that that ship has sailed. That’s okay, however, because I’m here now. I’m writing something, but I’m thinking about things big and small, or rather ideas larger than myself.
Currently thinking about colonialism in music, or rather a specific kind of music, and I’m thinking about how intentional that colonialism was or not. It’s prevalent; it’s there, but I’m of the side that there wasn’t any intent to take over narrative as it seems that was decided more by the masses and how they enjoyed the music, though I guess the music itself was too willing to enable that. It’s enjoyable music, but there are ways in which it can be viewed and ways it endears itself to certain views, and little, if anything out there is above critique.
This kind of thinking (and eventual writing about) I think is good, so long as the thought can be explored and analysed as it can make us think about our relationship when it comes to interaction with culture. What are we actually looking at? How do we experience this thing and what do we get from it? Are we complicit in actions and views we may not be aware of, and if so, how do we become aware of them? Are those views disagreeable, and if so, why?
When it comes to music (specifically, as this can be applied to multiple forms of many things, naturally) there’s always the risk of going down a path that is too critical. At the same time this kind of thinking helps us better understand and perhaps better appreciate it, or at least that which isn’t problematic in some manner. It’s something that requires careful balancing because it’s easy to swing too far one way and sometimes you don’t realise, so then you’ve got more work to do.
But yeah; I’m thinking about music and I’m thinking about colonialism in specific forms of music. I’m thinking about who is telling who’s story, and who does and does not have a right to control the voice.
I’m thinking about a lot of things, and I’m wondering how much out there that puts forward the genuine ends up having the subject it puts forward viewed more as novelty, and people moving on… you know, those sorts of things.
I’m wondering if I’m thinking in a way I never thought I’d think, but I’m guessing this is a natural conclusion to a lot of thinking and reexamining many things I’ve listened to and experienced over the years.
Music is a wonderful form of art, and there’s always so much out there, and I get that people just want to listen and tune out, but I think we have an obligation to think about what we listen to. I think it’s good to do, because we might learn something about ourselves, and grow our understanding of place and identity.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:14:25
Not the worst speed, but a bit slow.
I wrote this yesterday and I guess I decided to sit on it for some reason. Mostly laziness.
Written at work.
Another photo of a sand dune, and this one with some weathered tracks.
I like this photo in how it shows recovery processes. The tracks are clear, but they’re gradually smoothing over. Eventually they will disappear as winds move sand around, and they may as well have never been there. They were part of movement and likely to not be remembered, but they last long enough to leave some impact, even if temporary.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. This one is themed, and Leanne is the host. She has chosen the theme “The Letter T”.
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.
Stupidity Hole 