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Michiko Naruke: Distant Days of Rest

Posted on August 1, 2022 by Stupidity Hole

I’m really not sure as to what I was going for with this. I think Michiko Naruke (なるけみちこ) is a really solid composer in many ways. She quite effectively gets across atmosphere and emotive content where necessary and more often … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 890: Camera Servicing, Rainfall

Posted on February 16, 2021 by Stupidity Hole

Today once more the camera goes in for a servicing and of course I will feel naked, or something. It’s a sad event, but a necessary one and therefore it is one that I shall embrace due to it being … Continue reading →

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To Carry The Sunset

Posted on December 15, 2020 by Stupidity Hole

I think the clouds caught the sunset’s light really well in this photo. I feel as though this photo makes the clouds appear as almost though they are the only thing affected by the sunset and thus are spreading it … Continue reading →

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The Night Passed by

Posted on April 13, 2019 by Stupidity Hole

Last year I partook in NaNoWriMo for a second time. I may have mentioned this at the time. Not certain. Didn’t end up with what I’d describe as a decent result, but there were parts that were okay. Below is … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 319: The Weather is Treacherous

Posted on October 21, 2017 by Stupidity Hole

Yesterday I was carrying my camera all day. It was raining but I had my camera and my tripod with me as I was hoping for a glorious sunset. The weather report, something that I checked twice in the morning … Continue reading →

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 306: Mobile and Stationary

Posted on October 4, 2017 by Stupidity Hole

Clearing my throat in the standby mode getting ready to be the best that could ever exist until I get better than the best. Standing on a floor made of paper through which I can only see the night when … Continue reading →

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