Also known as orange bracket fungus.
I took this whilst taking a short walk a few weeks ago. I Just tried to capture the fungus from this angle and I think I did okay.
I hope you enjoy.
Here’s a photo of a waterfall I took a few weeks ago.
I think this could be a little sharper, but I do like how this turned out.
The framing is probably not the best, but it works for what I was trying to capture here.
I hope you enjoy.
So I was gonna start writing a little earlier. Then I procrastinated and now I’m writing now.
Funny how that happens.
The sun is out and the sky is dulled, but there is sunlight coming through. I can see that and it’s oddly nice, if that makes sense.
What am I writing? I don’t know why I’m writing this. I want to go on an adventure of words and it’s just not happening. I think today is gonna be a slow and dulled one, but it’s also going to be incredibly busy and all sorts of packed and crammed with things and I just need to get to the end of it in one piece.
It’s going to be a long day and it stretches out a good long while, and that’s the way it is but it’s not bad. I’ll probably blink and miss it, and then spend too much time wondering where the time went, but it’ll be okay. There are worse things out there and this is fine. Having the day fly on by is not the worst thing in the world, but sometimes it can feel like time has been wasted.
Sometimes; not all the time.
I do have to wonder, however, if the time is wasted or if it’s just not used in the way I hoped it would have been used. It’s probably the latter in a good few cases where there is some sort of productivity, but I don’t know. Who knows?
Well, I guess I would know if I thought about this enough and I probably have, but right now it is not something I want to entertain. I’d rather use the time I have to be productive in a way that I feel is conducive to an effective use of my time. How do I go about that? I don’t know, but I imagine it doesn’t involve writing in the manner that I am currently writing. I imagine it involves doing things and getting things done and following that particular order of things in order to get things done and do things that I find are fulfilling.
Sometimes you have to put all of that aside, however. Sometimes you just can’t do the things you want to do, and that sucks. In a sense, I wouldn’t mind doing the things that I want to do as a job. I already do, now that I think about it, but I don’t get paid to do them, so… I guess what I’m actually saying is that it’d be nice to get some money from what I like to do so I wouldn’t have to spend as much time as I do being tired. That’d be nice, but these things take time (if they ever happen at all), but I’d also be making better use of my time, or maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t know and I don’t want to try and work it out right now.
Maybe I’ll try again later on today.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:05:58
Another one written at work and not done anything with until now.
I think this could’ve been something really good but it didn’t happen. Alas.
Written at work.
Here are some balconies I’ve been past quite a few times in my time thus far. I imagine I’ll pass by them again at some stage in the near future.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-ninth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Balconies“.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
PR of Flights of the Soul is guest-curating this one. The next one is hosted by Patti.
I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
Taken at a gig a while back. I thought the moment would make for an interesting photo and I think it does, but it didn’t fit with the gallery overall so I put it aside and, well, here it is.
I think the photo provides an idea of what was happening, but only an idea. I like that the hand and arm doesn’t give away the person’s bodily proximity to the microphone. They could be facing away; they could be quite close.
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.
This was a test photo I recently took to test a lens I recently acquired. Like the result, so here it is.
I hope you enjoy.
My head is hammering away as I deal with feeling ill. It’s an incredibly fun time, let me tell you. Have I felt worse? Yes. This still is pretty not fun, however.
So I’m here, I’m sick (or rather, I feel sick as I’m dealing with the consequences of my actions), and I’m just powering on at a sluggish rate and trying to get through the day to the best of my ability. Only a few more hours to go. Once I’m done, I’m done. I can collapse and flop and take it easy… once I get home, and who knows when that will be.
Probably within an hour of finishing work, but anyway.
Oh, to be alive and suffer such malediction! I do not deserve this and all that hoopla.
I’m just glad I’m not actually ill, because if I were I would not be able to work.
So there are times where you need to take a bit of a hit in order to get better. When I say “hit”, I don’t mean violence; I’m referring to a temporary bit of unpleasantness, for a given degree of unpleasantness. You keep going where you can. You keep powering on, and hopefully you get to the end of it all in one piece. You never know, but usually you come out better.
That’s what I’ve done here, and it sucks, but I’ll survive. I’ll get through this odious feeling. I’ll get to the end of it all in one piece. I’ll step into then tunnel and come out on the other end mostly unscathed.
I’ll also probably sleep really well tonight. Or maybe I won’t. The world is yet to see.
So what else is there? I’m going through various feelings and sensations, and it’s passing and I’ll be mostly left with fatigue at the end of it, and then I’ll head home and that wil be that. Life will continue. I will get through the day and then tomorrow will be yet another day. That’s how it all works and I’m in that cycle, and it’s not one I mind too much. Could be worse. I keep getting better and less tired at the end of each week, and I keep going and soon I might not even feel the fatigue of the job. Don’t know if that is indeed the case, but I hope it is the case. I hope that I keep getting healthier from doing the work that I’m currently doing.
Just gotta keep eating healthy and keep powering on and stay on top of everything. Need to keep on keeping on and shake off this sense of illness sooner rather than later, especially as I’ll be doing some gig work this Friday. Need to be fit enough for that. Need to make sure I sleep enough for that. Need to make sure I and so on and so forth for that.
But until then, I am here and feeling run down, and it’s not great.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:36:55
Wrote this at work, getting to it now. A long day.
This is one of those struggle writings, and I think it shows a lot.
Written at work.
Now to be fair, the grass might not be drying. It might just look that way, but this area look like it’s pretty dry, in a sense.
I hope you enjoy.
Well, here we are at the start of another afternoon, though it has been afternoon for more than a length of time that is equivalent to half of an hour of time, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s the start; this is where it starts and this is where I’m saying it starts, and so… yeah. This is where it starts. Deal with it.
I am tired. I am quite tired, and I hope that means I sleep tonight. I hope it means that I drift off into a deep sleep and dream of things that are not, and I hope it means that the sleep leads top a new and improved version of myself, but that too would take some time. It would take a lot of work, and work is what I’m meant to be doing at this present juncture in time.
There is cleaning that needs to happen, and there is a lot of it and I’m not doing it right now. I have protested. I have refused. I will, however, be doing it shortly. I will be getting out the old elbow grease as they say, and I will get into it all and help and do what I must in order to help and… well, you get the idea.
Cleaning… whoever invented the need to clean was clearly a mean bean. I’m not a fan and it is a loathsome task. It is an unenviable one, as they say. It is a heinous blight upon that which is considered a pristine and amazing world of exploration, and it requires far more effort than one can ever expend in an ever-smoothing universe. It’s not great, let me tell you.
Those people who say they derive pleasure from such cruelty? How do they even live with themselves? Is this what true malice looks like? Only they can tell, for their secrets are kept back behind a great wall of putrid toxins, and I dare not attempt to pass through it. Who is to say what will, and what will not after I do so?
So here I stand (or rather, sit) at the end of this bit of writing, and I wonder if there truly is such thing as a god, or a higher being, and I want to tell them that what they have done is unjust. No one chooses this lifestyle, and no one chooses a task this arduous. It is one borne from the soul of the tortured in order to inflict even more pain than we are already forced to endure in a landscape of uncaring. It’s not something anyone should have to do.
We cannot fight against the spread of cleaning, and it remains a malady for which there is no true cure; there is only temporary prevention, and let me tell you, that’s not something I could ever say is right and fair. Nor could I say it is fair and right, but it must be done, so I’ll clean.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:41:28
Silly bit of fun coming from this bit of writing.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 