This was taken whilst I was on the way to work.
It was a foggy morning and I was fortunate enough to be in this spot whilst the fog was about, so I got my shot and… yeah.
Specific details and shapes, and vagueness and suggestion. Space, quiet, and perhaps through it all, a sense of discomfort.
I hope you enjoy.
I’ve got to learn how to use my break time better.
Not using it well, but now I am using it… when I have around fourteen minutes left. At least I am now, or something.
But anyway, there isn’t time for that. There isn’t time for wondering as to why my previous job decided to send a rather poorly-written dismissal of my complaints. Anyway, I know the reasons, or at least I presume to know the reasons.
Tomorrow is the weekend. Now is now. Today is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today is a weekday. It all swirls and twirls and becomes itself as it transforms into something else.
Alright, now that the profound silliness is out of the way, I’ll begin.
So I’m sitting here and the new job has been great and it still is great. I do need to do more work, but I’m getting through it and they like me here and I seem to be doing okay, but I need to make sure that I’m doing okay. I need to keep on going and I need to keep on churning through everything, but I like it and I like being in a healthier environment.
I am still physically tired by the end of the day, but I feel alright. I feel functional, and that’s something that’s difficult to put a price on, if I am to be honest. So much time was lost when working the previous job. So much of my days off was spent being too mentally fried to do much of anything, and it took a lot of work to keep on pushing through.
It’s not strange, I think, that things are better. I didn’t have any delusions about working environments outside of where I was, but it does feel odd to be in a place where I’m valued, or at least I feel valued. It shouldn’t, but it does.
So I’m happier and I’m healthier, and that’s all good. What does make me sad, however, is that a bunch of people whom I talked to and got along with in the previous job have just stopped talking to me. In a way I get it, and I never felt like I fit in at the previous place, but it’s a bit upsetting. They don’t owe me anything and I don’t to them, and right now I am fighting for them (this is a long story I can’t get into at the moment, but it involves legal stuff) and it would be nice that, if they were so willing to talk to me whilst I was there, they’d still be now that I’m here.
People come and go through life and that’s life. You just keep on going, and you hope the best for them and wish them well, and I guess you move on, but sadness and missing people shouldn’t be ignored. It’s a part of it, and you keep going, and sometimes you reflect as you move into a better position.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:28:33
Decent pace. I think this probably didn’t need to be a challenge. I dragged things out as I struggled for the next part, and I think it shows.
Written at work.
I really should get around to writing about the trip this photo was taken on. It’s not that interesting, but it is something I want to write about.
Anyway, a tree of the bare variety. A shot that very much was the right place at the right time.
I hope you enjoy.
This was taken a few weeks ago.
I drove out somewhere at night to take some photos of the stars (as seen in the previous photo) and also ended up taking a photo of the moon. Also the below.
When processing this photo I wanted to see how much I could remove the lights from their surroundings to keep the focus solely on them, and I think in that regard I succeeded. I like how the lights give a decent idea of the layout of the developed area, though these don’t show all of it. It’s interesting, but it’s also saddening, I think.
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.
When I took this photo I wasn’t aiming to have clouds in it, I think. Kind of detrimentally impacts the scene, but I like it this way. I like that there’s a distracting element in view.
I hope you enjoy.
Yet another photo of this ibis.
The form in this photo seems a bit odd in a way, and I think it’s due to seldom seeing a photo of a bird at this point of the cleaning process.
This is my submission into the three hundredth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Delicate“.
Nature is a resilient thing, and whilst I am fortunate enough to be able to see something like an ibis cleaning, despite being in a rather open space, it’s also in a controlled environment. When it comes to human impact, the natural world is a delicate thing, and it needs more care and projection.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
Leya is curating this one. Next week Sofia is curating and her theme may be something “Floral”.
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.
Doing that racing thing but I’m trying to get ahead of “Blue Monday” and that is something that I can do.
Just realised that tomorrow is Monday.
So anyway, it has been a day of the doing of the things and the gardening and wearing the body out, but it took a while to get there, but I got there! Now I need to run around some more and stay warm and have a shower and freak out followed by freaking in, and then I’ll be good. Or bad. I’m not sure yet. One of the two, or possibly more.
Maybe the secret to writing is when I am under pressure. Maybe I need to only write when I am under the pump as that seems to be the best way I get anything done. Will it draw in millions upon millions of dollars? No. Or maybe… yes?
However, I know that I don’t enjoy writing like this. It is a good deal of pressure to be under, though it isn’t really, and I prefer to be able to move at a pace that I can pretend is my own, but right now that is not happening. Right now I’m writing and right now I’m getting this done before I tear off, and I’m hoping I get this written before “Blue Monday” finishes. I think it will be done soon, and maybe I won’t.
I’m wondering if this version should be more miserable in sound, or something. It’s not and that is a good thing, but I think I want it to be more miserable. I want to feel the sadness smothering me and I don’t want to dance. I don’t want to feel like dancing and bopping. I want to be sad and this just isn’t providing.
Alas.
So I think I can finish this before the song finishes. It is a version that is less than ten minutes, but more than four minutes and I am still writing, and writing is what I am doing and now I’m doing the spiral thing, but there is no point upon which I will end, for the ending of this is only determined by my reaching the word count that I need to reach which I guess means there is an end point. I think I need to be more clear.
So anyway, now that that is out of the way I think it is time to write a stunning conclusion, but I’ve nothing by which I can use to stun you, the reader, thus leading to your being stunned. Anyway, I think it’d be better if you were just neutral about it all rather than in a state of paralytic anger; I don’t want to make anyone angry. Would rather not do that. I think there are better things to do with my time (and yours too), so I don’t have much.
Perhaps the ending is best served dull, and so you should brace yourself for a fairly dull ending.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:36
Good speed. Writing is a bit lacking in places, but overall its okay. A bit stuck in a sense.
Written at home.
Cold days and heavy mornings, and now I sit down and I take it easy. Not enough sleep, too much being done on not enough sleep and I keep on going. I keep on moving and grooving. I keep doing the things.
What am I saying here?
So anyway, I went for a drive early this morning. Drove down to near Wollongong; just past it and off the motorway, or rather a more than just, but anyway. It was an early morning and it was overcast, and the light in the sky was almost a certain way whilst I was driving.
I mean, it was almost a certain way that I wanted it to be, and had it been that light, I probably would have pulled over and taken a photo, but it wasn’t and I didn’t and… yeah.
So I drove on down and I got to where I wanted to be, and it was overcast and cloudy and I decided to go somewhere else instead. Not the best idea I had.
Back on the motorway and in the sky I can see the sun’s light touching some clouds in the way that it can in the morning, where the light has that sort of dulled brightness that almost feels ethereal. You know it’ll get brighter soon, but in that moment it is different. It is a light that has an otherness to it; a sense of being from somewhere else that has vague familiarity. Of course it often is entirely familiar, but it can feel quite special in a way.
So anyway I was driving and I saw this, and it was all sorts of beautiful and I realised I should have been patient, and I wasn’t, and such is life. Lesson relearned and all that stuff.
I met up with a friend for coffee, did some more driving around. Experienced the violence of the wind’s loudness, heard it moving all around me, and saw sights I’ve seen before. Saw a café that only exists as a building where it once had been as it no longer is, and did a lot of driving and perhaps a lot less thinking than usual, or at least a lot less ruminating, and maybe that;s a good thing. Maybe it was just due to being too tired and more focused on getting home. I don’t know; I don’t always know these things, and that is because I usually never know these things.
Sometimes a drive is short and sometimes it is long, and usually I prefer long drives. This was a long drive, but it felt somewhere in the middle, and that’s okay. That’s a nice one to have, but maybe I’d have preferred something longer.
I know I would have preferred a clearer sky, but you can’t win them all. Just would’ve been nice to drive in the morning with visible stars, and I think some were, but there was plenty of cloud cover.
Well, that’s my evening rambling done.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:53:58
This just kind of fell out, and I like that. It’s not great; it’s probably not good either, but – even though it drags in places – it feels smooth and flowing.
Written at home.
A photo taken this morning in a (somewhat) heavy fog.
I’d aimed to take a photo of these windows for the below-mentioned challenge, but I was aiming to capture reflection. I wasn’t expecting this.
There’s probably an argument for the suggestion of vagueness caused by the lights, but I just like how they sit relative to the non-illuminated panels.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week. This theme for this one comes from Dawn of The Day After, and it is “Windows“.
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 taken a couple of months ago whilst walking around with a friend.
We both took photos of this building. I decided to create a few versions of my photo, including the one below.
I’m not sure why I did this. I think I liked the contrast, as well as the idea of part of the photo being missing, or not existing. Not sure.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 