Hanging Sound

Posted on November 27, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

One of the better photos from a night where I didn’t do as well as I should have.

Just an expressive moment of music from one of toe’s members, and that’s all there is to say, really.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s Monochrome Madness for this week. For this one Margaret of From Pyrenees to Pennines has chosen a theme, and the theme is “Music”.

Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1425: Toughest Decision of the Day

Posted on November 27, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

One of those mornings. Listening to a band I want to listen to, but I might have to stop their music to listen to a band I’m meant to. Don’t wanna stop. Wanna keep going. All those things.

This is the toughest decision of the day. Where do I go from here? Can I really make the choice? Can I get through this in one piece? Why can I not just listen to both at once? Expand my horizons, make use of both my ears. Discover new aural sensations. Find a way to get home in one piece. You know, the usual things.

Be that as it may, I’m sure that I can tolerate my enjoyment of this one band for now, and then move to the next one later. But do I want to do that? Do I really want to move on? The answer, surprisingly, is out there.

But of course I am merely wasting the time that I have and not taking advantage of it. I have to make a decision. Making a decision is a good thing. Not making a decision can be a good thing to, and even that is a decision, but of course the framing and context is what denotes it as not being a decision, or rather one that was not considered to be an option presented. You know.

So I have this conundrum, and these sounds are pleasant enough. Could be better, could be worse. It’s not right in the middle, and it is nice. It is easy, and that’s what I like. But at the same time, perhaps it is challenging and I’m just so inured at this point that I don’t recognise it as such. Then again, it’s quite possible that It’s less challenging than I imply, and really just somewhere in the middle and I’m trying to claim it is under an assumption that I don’t find it to be because of my experience with the band that is playing the notes that are coming to my ears.

The one I’m meant to be listening to is more challenging than this, or maybe they aren’t. I don’t know. It’s all different forms of music and I’m trying to find the right one at the right point, and I’ll get there, but one I have to listen to and I’ll listen to them eventually, but that eventuating might be sooner rather than later.

Have to pull the lever at some point if I want to get something done, so I guess I’ll prepare myself soon enough for that… or I won’t. I don’t know. I think I’ll find an answer somewhere along the way, but it won’t be much of one if I don’t choose to act and all that stuff.

These decisions are what makes life so very difficult, let me tell you. I know it could be worse, but this remains torturous! And I don’t like it, but I’m gonna have to make my sole decision eventually.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:34:01

A bit of silly complaining, or at least trying to do some silly complaining.

Written at work.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1424: That’s all for later

Posted on November 26, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Another day, and a warm one, and low money… until some point tomorrow, when it all starts flowing in as though I never had low money to begin with.

Nothing changes, and everything changes, and drifting through and continuing on, and it all seems okay, sometimes. But I wonder. Sometimes I really wonder and I have to wonder if things really are okay, or if I’m just pretending they are… on a small and incredibly personal scale, of course.

I don’t want to write misery. I don’t want to write sadness. I want to write something enjoyable and good, and well-meaning and all that stuff. However, I feel I am prevented from doing so, sometimes. I want to go back to writing silly little fiction that goes nowhere and serves little else other than to maybe, maybe get something across, if there is indeed anything to get across at all, but it’s not happening and I’m tired and I need to finish off this review that I started so I can get about thirty other things done, and I’m tired and really over it all, and need some rest but rest isn’t going to happen today. It won’t happen tomorrow either. Just need to keep on charging on and try to get as much done as I can, and keep going from there. Hopefully, just hopefully.

But today is hard. Today is operating on a lack of sleep and an embarrassment of stress, and I keep going as it’s nearly over and maybe I can overcome it all and get to the end in one piece.

I hope I can get to the end in one piece.

But I need a bit more money in my pocket and a bit less stress, and neither is happen and so I just need to keep going and all that stuff. Just need to see the end of the day and find my way to tomorrow, and maybe I’ll feel a little lighter then. I don;t kn9ow, to be honest, but sometimes not knowing is part of the journey and all that. Sometimes not knowing is fun, but it’s not fun here. It’s just unnecessary stress.

It’s unnecessary in part as I don’t know what will happen this evening and I’m thinking about something that, ultimately, isn’t going to matter much anyhow. I just need to find my rest and go from there. Need to get on with the getting on and punch through the day. Need to resolve all that lies before me and find the answers and then finally, finally lie down and hope that that’s the end of it. Hope that I get some sleep, because I am tired and I am tired of being tired. I need to get some downtime and I need to look after myself better, for sure.

Well anyway, that’s all for later. I need to get back to it and find the best way forward through the rest of the day. I’ll get there.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:57:34

This was far more serious than I’d hoped. All there is to say, really.

Written at work.

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A Piece of Infinity

Posted on November 25, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Here’s a photo of part of Lucy Curd’s Infinity, as seen at this year’s Sculpture by the Sea.

I hope you enjoy.

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Curling Leaf

Posted on November 24, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Taken a few weeks ago, before the leaves started dying as the prunus x blireana moves toward its barren stage for a good while.

This is my submission into the three hundred-and-twenty-sixth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “This Made Me Smile“.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Tina

Patti

Ann-Christine aka Leya

John Steiner

Sofia Alves

Anne Sandler

Egídio

Ritva

Leya is curating this one. The next one is curated by Sofia.

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.

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Covering the Surface

Posted on November 23, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Just some powerful wave action.

I hope you enjoy.

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It Goes in Lines

Posted on November 22, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Bit of a photographic error here, but I like the result quite a lot. Not anything fancy; just interesting to me.

I hope you enjoy.

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Wollemi Pine, Another View

Posted on November 21, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Another photo of the wollemi pine I have. This bit was still quite fresh, and I guess still is at the moment, but it was more fresh when this was taken than it is now.

This is my submission into the three hundred-and-twenty-fifth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Gratitude“.

That I can grow plants is one of the things I have gratitude for, and that I can see them grow is wonderful.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Tina

Patti

Ann-Christine aka Leya

John Steiner

Sofia Alves

Anne Sandler

Egídio

Ritva

Tina is curating this one. The next one is curated by Leya.

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.

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Form in Wind

Posted on November 20, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Lucius Lu’s Navigating the Winds was one of the sculptures featured as part of this year’s Sculpture by the Sea. It’s one that I like quite a lot, and here I like the sense of isolation that comes through. A sense of quiet too, or maybe it’s not noticing the sound. Oblivious to it.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s Monochrome Madness for this week.

Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1423: There is no getting away

Posted on November 19, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

What is even going on? I’m sitting here and nothing is happening, and this person is droning in my ear and I have no freedom to articulate or respond. I cannot get away mas they follow me wherever I go, and so I feel nothing but a strong sense of being trapped against the wall. I’m fighting against the wall and this person won’t stop going on.

There is no escape. There is no getting away, unless I try to concoct a plan of most gracious complexity and appreciable fancy. But do I really want to do that? Do I want to push against that which holds me back? Would it not be better to resists with all of my might?

I don’t know, and I don’t know if I want to know.

Still, there’s so much out there and this voice says little, if anything, of import and the person who belongs to the voice is in my face and I just want to get away from their hot breath. I don’t need that kind of warmth in my life. I’d much rather find avenues of creativity, but I just can’t be bothered right now. I just can’t be bothered to resist.

Can they not just leave me alone? Can’t they go away of their own accord and harass someone else? Can they not just harass no one at all?

Do I even have a leg to stand on here? Perhaps I’ve earned this without realising and the surprise I get from all of this is actually the reward. There is no terrible fate and really, I just need to learn how to appreciate whatever it is that’s going on. I need to learn to appreciate it as I’m clearly being snooty and uppity about the whole thing, and there’s nothing wrong with the situation at all.

But no, I can’t be bothered to deal with it. I can’t be bothered not dealing with it either. Someone else decide for me. Someone else get the thing sorted. Get it out of the way so I can continue being a sack of fatigue and collapse on the floor, but in a way that suggests some sort of stylishness… even though it’s all mess, of course.

It keeps on going. It is endless, and I am stuck in eternity, and I am tired. I’m over it all, and I need some earplugs and maybe something to guard my face, as all the breath moisture is collecting on my face and leaving me feeling more uncomfortable, and there’s nothing that can be done. I’m listening to empty words and they don’t change. They speak more and say less, and somehow find a way to become more empty as time goes on, and it’s impressive in a way, but it’s not something I want to be dealing with.

I’ve got places to be and people to see, and this is what I have to deal with, and it’s entirely bothersome and wholly unfair.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:11:53

I feel like perhaps this would’ve been better not being written.
It felt like it took an incredibly long time, and it’s far too messy and rambling.

Written at work.

 

 

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