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.
Yesterday I challenged myself to a little bit of worldbuilding and it spiraled away from what I was trying to do, time-wise, and it’s still going but that’s okay. Sometimes that happens. But I was hoping to have it done within a certain amount of time and that didn’t happen, and now I’m here writing about writing. Again.
Too many ideas, not enough time. So it goes and so it stands. Surprising. Or not. And so on and so forth.
But I need to sit down when at home more often and get these things done. Get them sorted out, get moving, get going, and get on with the getting on. Need to stop getting home and just not doing anything as it’s costing me too much and it takes so little to keep on going. But I also need sleep and I need a lot of things, and it’s the same for plenty out there, really.
When did the idea of living become so devoid of enjoyment of time? When did it become so much about being tired and doing very little? People will say stuff about how that’s adulthood, but having been an adult for long enough, I think that anyone who would say that in a manner of “deal with it”, has an intentionally shitty outlook. We should be able to enjoy our time more rather than less, and we should have more energy to do things, I think. But of course some of that comes down to looking after oneself better, and sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t.
But I have these ideas and not enough time, but I can start putting them onto the page more often, and I should. And I do. But I should also see them to completion and I’m definitely not doing that, and that’s not good. But I’ll get there.
Sometimes the best you can do is slowly chip away to build things up, and that’s not always great, but if you can’t do much else, you may as well do that. Better than flopping about, flailing one’s arms and not getting anywhere… though sometimes that, too, is warranted. Sometimes when you can sit there and do massive chunks, that’s what you have to do, so you take advantage of those moments, and you try to find a balance for it all and get everything done and slowly, but surely the pieces start fitting together and you get somewhere, even if it’s not to completion.
Completion will come eventually, however, if you go at it long enough.
Or rather, if I go at it long enough because I need to keep going and pushing on, and maybe I will get there, but I need to keep going. But I need to actually keep filling in the spots, and I need to finish this worldbuilding thing that’s starting off with one small space in a larger world of the mundane, and gradually things will reveal themselves as I keep going.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:46:29
Bit disjointed, but also more stream-of-consciousness than this stuff has been in a while, so I’m happy with that.
Written at work.
Toward the end of last year I was fortunate enough to get some photos of goslings, including the one below, which was drinking water when I took this. Could the photo be brighter? Sure, but it could’ve been better overall. I mostly like it as it looks like the gosling is watching the water fall, and the framing is a bit odd.
I hope you enjoy.
On Thursday I left work early to take a couple of people to the airport. Had some time after so I went for a walk around Cape Banks. The weather was not great, but sometimes that’s what I want. Sometimes I want a miserable walk of sorts, or rather an unhappy one. You know.
I got to Cape Banks and it was incredibly windy. Little rain here and there, but the wind was just rough. Stood near a cliff edge, didn’t spent too long there. Well, probably longer than I felt I did, but it didn’t feel long. Felt dangerous.
Anyway, the photo below is from the photos I took whilst standing in one particular spot. There was something in particular I tried to capture (which I’ll show at a later date), but here we’ve waves moving through water, from the rough to the churned.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-thirty-second Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Shoot From Above“.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
This one is curated by Ritva. The next one is curated by Egídio.
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.
Two listens.
Short piece where it felt like I took my time. Not sure as to how well I captured the song here, but I think I captured something in it.
José Ramón “Bibiki” García’s Iyo Echoes is from the soundtrack for Arco, Arco (Original Game Soundtrack).
I hope you enjoy.
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A faint hum and a muted strike, and the hum continues. It wavers and the strike returns, more distant, then more present. It seems to loop.
All draws long, and another muffled sound appears. It stretches and reaches, and it’s almost like a voice calling, moving past, looking but finding nothing.
All holds in a moment that seems to loop, as though some sort of clarity is sought, but it all remains distant. It all remains vague, and maybe that’s distressing, or maybe it’s peaceful, but either way it’s almost as though something is slipping away, leaving easy reach.
But it’s all brief, and soon the sounds fade away and the song ends.
A cold day following a cold day. A series of cold days. It’s a series of two. I’d say it’s a series of three, but the evening isn’t the entirety of a day, so does it even really count?
I gotta go outside at some point but I want to write about things, but I still gotta go outside. Gotta brave the wind, though there’s not much to brave. Gotta walk a few blocks, get my moving on. Get moving and moving in a way that suggests moving in a moving manner. Not moving, but just the motion of moving. But it’s cold and windy and I don’t wanna.
Inside it’s nice and warm and this is appreciable.
Okay, so there is something that I want to write about but it’ll take time so I’m saving it for later, assuming I’m not too tired later. Could be; might not., Instead of that, however, I’m writing this as this is shorter and takes less time due to being shorter, but I’m also just wasting time. Trying to see if I can outlast the wind. Seeing if I can gather the courage to brave a few minutes of a slight chill.
See if I can actually get up and stop being lazy.
I don’t have many words left to write at the present moment and need to recharge, so to speak, but I won’t. I’ll get this done and whatever this is will be finished.
I think it’s just one of those days where everyone seems tired and I am tired also, but I’m getting on with it. Don’t have much of a choice, but I am. Wind is getting pretty violent, actually, but maybe things will be okay. Maybe it will lessen from here. Won’t find out until later, but maybe all will be good and all will be fine. This weather is pretty wild and, due to that it is concerning. But most weather is falling more into the realm of concerning these days. Having difficult remembering a time with weather this severe this regularly, because it has been a while.
And soon I will be outside, braving it for what little I have to brave. It’ll be fine though. I’ll be okay. I’m pretty lucky in this regard and so I’m not gonna have too much to personally worry about. I can;t comment on others, however, and I know there are plenty who won’t be as fortunate as myself.
God, here I was whinging pointlessly and this veered off into concern about the weather, which is something to be concerned about, but it was not something I expected to start covering. But sometimes that’s how it goes. Sometimes the concerning things come to the forefront and then… yeah. You write about them and then get on with your life. You go on to wherever the roads take you, and you see things to be worried about. There’s plenty out there, and there’s stuff we can do. Hopefully we do.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:27:19
Not slow and not fast.
I think this was heavily affected by my being tired. Not enough sleep and all that. Eventually stumbled onto something worth discussing, but dragged too much beforehand.
Written at work.
Stupidity Hole 