Morning Eucalyptus

Posted on July 27, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

The same tree photographed on two different mornings.

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

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

Elizabeth of Albatz Travel Adventures is guest-curating this one. The rest of July is guest-curated by:

July 27: PR of Flights of the Soul, with the theme of “Balconies”.

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.

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Recommendation

Posted on July 27, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Probably not the best way to show this sign, but I do like the scenery around it, and I do like that it’s not the easiest to read here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1390: More Powering

Posted on July 26, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Alright, so I’m going to power through things for the next fifteen minutes. What am I going to do? Not much, but there will be power and I will be powering. Them, after work, I will head home and do some more powering.

It seems that as life changes and this music is too loud in my ears, I keep on circulating around the same pole and go nowhere but either down or up, and I don’t get closer to the pole and I don’t get farther away. Sometimes that is the way of things.

I think back on my life and I think about now, and perhaps I’m not where I would be had I “applied” myself better when I was younger, but I am where I want to be, and quite frankly that’s good enough. That’s better than good enough. It’s good enough and then some.

Some people aim for the stars, and perhaps I do too, but I’m also trying to keep myself grounded. I’m trying to get used to the new job. I’m three months in and I’m getting there. I’m less tired at the end of the day, and it’s nice. It’s good. I can get more done by the time I get home, and that’s great. There still is plenty of work to be done, however, but I’ll get there. I’ll keep on going, or at least I hope to be able to keep on going. You never know what will happen, but I will keep on trying. I owe myself that much.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just some person on a boat, or on a mountain range, or somewhere else that allows some wide and expansive and perhaps overwhelming view, and I’m staring through it as though I’m far more intelligence and deep than I actually am. So much is surface and we try to tell ourselves otherwise, and that’s fine, I think. Sometimes skirting on the top is alright. However… I don’t know. Obviously that paints a very specific image and there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with it, but I’m sure there are plenty of people who are deluding themselves, and I’m sure I also am to some extent. But I don’t know.

There area  lot of things that I don’t know, and I’ve said this before but that’s okay. It’s okay to not know everything, or even most things, but we need to be aware and we need to be willing to be wrong. We need to be willing to learn and change and grow, and sometimes that means our belief in our selves needs to be pushed into. It doesn’t need to be damaged, and won’t if we accept that we can’t be right about everything, and that we always have more to learn, and I think that’s an awesome thing. I think it’s great that we can grow and become better people.

Until then, however, I think I’ll keep on staring off into that distance that I’m imagining.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:58

I feel this got better toward the end. All there is to say from me.

Written at work.

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Bent Frame

Posted on July 25, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

A stark image of a bare tree, and I wonder if it was shaped partially by wind.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. This one  is hosted by Sarah of Travel with Me, and she has chosen the theme “Trees”.

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 1389: Almost Beach Weather

Posted on July 24, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Got a rather striking and somewhat aggressive beat going on in my ears right now, and I don’t think I could finish this bit of writing before the song ends, but by golly I’m gonna try.

Cold day. Warm day. What does it matter any more? You try to get things across and you try and cover all your bases so as to lead to a better tomorrow, but if people keep turning away, then what is there to do? Why?

Why am I so damn lazy with responding to the comments that people leave? I need to get back on top of everything, and I might just get there, but there’s a glacier that is cracking and what does it matter, really? Does it even matter? Who cares?

So there are gigs coming up in this wonderful weather that’s coming forward, but I need to get on top of applying for those gigs as once they’re gone, that’s it. There’s no more for me. Well, there are, but dramatic effect.

So this music is building up and the temperatures are currently odd, but at least it looks nice outside and at least I’m here today and tomorrow is not yet today. Funny how tomorrow is always ahead, isn’t it? Future problems; not now problems.

I can still party and I can still cut down on my waste, but I need to get to work faster rather than slower as there’s so much to do and so much to catch up on, but you know how these things go. You know it’s all a load of baloney. The work is gonna be there whether I finish it off or not, so I don’t know why I’m complaining.

I look outside the window and I can see some light, and it looks warmer than it is, and in fact it is going to get warmer than perhaps it should, but that’s fine as it’s almost beach weather. More beach time is a good thing, right? Who wants the cold, anyway? It’s a miserable experience. Does little other than forces you inside, and who wants to be forced inside? I don’t. I want to be out in the sun.

What does it all matter? Who cares if the temperature is a bit on the odd side of things? I’ve got to make sure I keep on churning, and I’ve got controlled temperature on the inside. Doesn’t matter outside. Not something I have to deal with, really.

So anyway, I think today is gonna be a good day and then I’ll get home and take it easy, and that will also be good. It’ll be nice. Low amount of walking, save my energy, do my job, get home tired and roughly in that order. All is good and all is fine, and I didn’t beat the song, but such is life.

There’s some pretty catastrophic events happening in the ocean right now, but that’s far away, and I’ve got things to do anyway.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:34

I get what was coming forward with this and I like how it was coming forward, but I think this is something that needs to not be constricted by the format.

Written at work.

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t e l e p a t h テレパシ: Ability – Ripples of Time

Posted on July 23, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

One listen.

Found a thread, tried to work with it. Sort of did, ran with it. I like the result; sort of kind of gives an idea of the song, but also doesn’t. I’m fine with that here though, as I feel that the writing flows well enough.

t e l e p a t h テレパシ’s “能力者 – 時間の波紋” (“Ability – Ripples of Time”) is from ロ​​​ス​​​ト​​​エ​​​デ​​​ン​​​へ​​​の​​​パ​​​ス, a collaborative album with Nmesh.

I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of rain, and birds, and it’s looking outside and maybe seeing something idealised. Outside the house, into the rain, hearing birds. It’s a moment for pause; a moment of stillness, and it holds until a light rattling starts coming through the rain.

Perhaps it’s not accurate to call it a rattling. It’s redolent of chimes, or at least that’s how ti seems. It gets louder, and seems more overtly chime-like as it goes, and as it grows it echoes, and something else more quiet and low seeps into the small gaps.

Things feel off, but the rain continues, and that quiet thing grows louder, or at least seems to. It seems as though the space is warping and transforming, and maybe it’s becoming something else entirely. The chimes distort further and the rain remains constant, and the chimes continue on and linger, and they trail off from themselves. They reveal shape in brief flashes, and they almost imitate the rain, or at least the water as it feels.

It all grows distant and harsh as the space is detached from. There’s an anchoring to the space, but it seems more distant and difficult to discern, and soon everything fades away and the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1388: Warm up by Writing

Posted on July 22, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Alright, it’s a Monday and the sun is coming out and I’m trying to warm up by writing furiously, and with some sort of fury in a furious manner. No fury in me, however. Whatever shall I do?

Not much.

Dulled day, but that’s fine. Dull is good; it carries the day forward, and the day is going to get better… I hope. No telling at the moment, but I do hope, and so as much as I hope, I must do in order to see it change and all those wonderful things. Things of wonder, and wonderful things that circulate and transmogrify and transform until there is nothing left that was old and now it’s all new and… what am I going on about?

Today I’m going to attempt something I haven’t attempted in a while, and it has nothing to do with here. It’s a thing pertaining to the writing of reviews, and we’ll see what happens. Maybe it’ll turn out okay. I am yet to know and I am yet to find out… because I am yet to know. It’s a matter of seeing if it can actually be done.

Well, it can, but I’m not sure if I have the energy or fortitude to do it.

But the days get longer and shorter at the same time, and things improve and change, and I keep pushing on and trying to get somewhere, and maybe I will. Maybe things will keep getting better. Naturally, I hope they do. I just need to keep pushing on and pushing through, and keep going. Need to see where it all takes me and all that stuff.

I don’t know if I’d ever measure my success in terms of financial gain at this point. I do know, however, that I will measure some of it in specific ways that mostly pertain to “Am I getting this done”?

So I don’t know what to say from here, other than I think my writing is slowing down a bit more than I’d like, but perhaps that has to do with the desk height and a few other things, and perhaps I need to think of other things at the present moment. Work starts soon and I’ve done very little, but it’s a nice day and it’s a day that stretches and compresses, and that’s all okay. That’s all good. We’ll see what happens.

I know not much will happen now, but perhaps something will happen later. we’ll see. It’s always “We’ll see”, but we’ll see.

Now I don’t know what else to say. I’ve put myself under a timer and I’ve hit the mark and I’ve nothing else, and I need to move on but I don’t know how and so I need to write this dragging of the words out in order to reach the goal, but I’ve nothing in the tank.

Maybe I need to get to work and just end this early, but I don’t think that’s appropriate right now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:28:64

Not exactly what I’d call a good bit of writing.
Business as usual, essentially.

Written at work.

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Silhouettes Playing to Shadows

Posted on July 21, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

Another band photo.
Feels quiet in a sense, and perhaps it was, but it might more accurate to describe this moment as “low”, if that makes sense. I’m fairly certain the band wasn’t playing a louder song at this moment.

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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Willebrant: Sands X (Distance)

Posted on July 20, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

One listen.

Threw myself in and I think I did alright. I was thinking about land a lot, and the idea of a sense of timelessness, and how that fits in with the general size of a lot of spaces. It’s easy to think of a place as existing “now”, but so many are ancient and overwhelming. But I digress.

I think I covered the song pretty well. This gives a good enough idea of how it can feel.

In writing about all of the songs on Sands, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s an enjoyable album to listen to, but it doesn’t do well as something to critique or think a lot about. There’s something both organic and plastic about it, and at times it feels strongly like someone who hasn’t spent much time either experiencing or learning about deserts beyond a surface idea. Essentially, in places the album feels incredibly surface and touristy. But it is trying to do something, and perhaps that’s to try and understand through narrative.

Willebrant’s “Sands X (Distance)” is from Desert Songs.

I hope you enjoy.

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It takes a while over a few seconds. Slowly, yet surely a vast and seemingly-eternal space reveals its lines. It’s as though a journey above it all is occurring.

There’s a peace, and once more there is a reflection, and all moves slow. All drifts, and much has been traversed.

The space lays itself out in plain view, and somewhere within it is a rest for refreshment. The sounds intermingle and seem to return to themselves, and much flows forward.

The space has remained the same, but it is less overbearing now. Much has changed, though perhaps it was all about perspective, but it doesn’t matter so much. The journey moves forward and with it comes that change; that adaptation and understanding.

The space is still and ancient, and yet it somehow seems a young land. Everything within it is only still in a few moments of being seen, but through lifetimes it shifts and flows with motion, and the journey continues onward.

The journey moves on the last moments of sound, and it all fades out. The journey above and the journey below disappears, and the song ends.

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Willebrant: Sands IX (Endless)

Posted on July 19, 2024 by Stupidity Hole

One listen, and I was trying to let myself be as free as possible with the writing. Wrote a mess, but I am happy with the result. I feel that, despite this being fine dropping a bit of what I wrote, this works quite well. It does get across an idea of the song, but it also doesn’t quite lock in how it should be viewed, if that makes sense.

Willebrant’s “Sands IX (Endless)” is from Desert Songs.

I hope you enjoy.

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A heavy relief spreads as a long sigh. There’s differentiation in what is seen, but it seems flat. It seems flat and continuous, and it weighs on the mind and it is continuous.

Perhaps within all of this there is an acceptance of sorts. It seems as though what carries on the rolling, flat scenery is an acceptance of becoming part of it. Now one belongs to the space as it is traversed, or perhaps it is a desire to belong to it; a desire to be accepted by a seemingly-unlimited area.

The sounds curl around as the relief truly sinks in, and moments flash by as they linger on an eternity. A breeze blows in the stillness, and all carries on, and now there seems to be little else than isolation and a sense of being alone, but only in this point in time. It’s cathartic, and it’s accepted, and the sounds fade out into a silence. They disappear, and there’s nothing as the song ends.

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