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Looking across the River Esk towards Bikrby Fell with the Howbank Farm buildings sitting under the trees.
My Grandfather and my Mother's Brothers
My Grandfather and his photo albums. I like his haircut with his hairline shaved up above his ears. This was before my mother was born. I feel like a spy because I know how it all turned out. My Grandmother and Grandfather. All the children. The War. The Depression. We know so little, going in to the game, so little of the nature of our testing. Whether we'll stand the test or become overwhelmed by the forces pressing in on us. Maybe it doesn't really matter if we live up to some external standard. Maybe the real game is something else entirely.
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“Dead Center” by James Merrill:
Upon reflection, as I dip my pen
Tonight, forth ripple messages in code.
In Now’s black waters burn the stars of Then.
Seen from the embankment, marble men
Sleep upside down, bat-wise, the sleep bestowed
Upon reflection. As I dip my pen
Thinking how others, deeper into Zen,
Blew on immediacy until it glowed,
In Now’s black waters burn the stars of Then.
Or else I’m back at Grandmother’s. I’m ten,
Dust hides my parents’ roadster from the road
Which dips—into reflection, with my pen.
Breath after breath, harsh O’s of oxygen—
Never deciphered, what do they forbode?
In Now’s black waters burn the stars. Ah then
Leap, Memory, supreme equestrienne,
Through hoops of fire, circuits you overload!
Beyond reflection, as I dip my pen
In Now’s black waters, burn the stars of Then.
(From Collected Poems © 2001 by The Literary Estate of James Merrill at Washington University. Reprinted by kind permission of Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Photo by Lisa Birtch)
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"I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is a human beauty in it. And I can't believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality, and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity this will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don't imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try."
- Marilynne Robinson
Gilead
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The control bunker for the missle launchers is buried in the side of a hill next to to the barn. Dark, forboding, and filled with asbestos-covered pipes and lead paint. Now, we can only wonder what is inside.
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
~Pink Floyd
We had climbed a long way up around the ridge, here is the view back down the main Manaslu Circuit, to the right. The weather was forboding with thick cloud but thank goodness it had yet to rain.
Took a stroll under forboding skies at Gas City Campground, saw lots of wildlife out today. Almost stepped right on this snake, it was none too happy about that either....
Black and white dock shot at Space View Park in Titusville, Florida.
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An empire of fierce warriors are lead by the 'Allfather' 'Sargon Sargoni' on his home world 'Labodinaux'. He feels he has been mislead after hearing of a plot to subvert his throne by Master Dagon. Dagon's secret use of the Book of Enchantment to conjure his 'Dagger Knights creates a forboding dread in Sagon's subconsciousness, which produces a deformity in his relationship with the Dagger Knights. There is a desperate struggle between his twin sons 'Sabrini and Saggat Sargoni' to take their father' place as Allfather and rule the galaxy, this sibiling rivalry launches a massive war campaign against more planets, Quadrillon and the prehistoric world Trilos are targeted. Upon conquering the planet Arbain the reigning Princess to the throne of Arbain 'Phahailia' catches the eye of the warrior king who is at odds with his her planet. Will her desire to love him help or doom her people to a life of tyranny? After finding out what gives Master Dagon and his Dagger Knights their powers, the Allfather Sargon rallies a great deception to acquire the Book of Enchantment with help from a mercenary clan from a planet he is at war with Quadrillon.
Lords of Labodinaux (2007) Dingis Comics. art by Dingiswayo Norris
The scientist of the planet Arbain create interdimensional ships 'the Turmoil' a powerful ship capable of mass destruction and interdimentional travel is one of Arbain's master acheivements. It is confiscated by the Allfather Sargon. The visionary priestess 'Lazora', attendant to the princess, betrays all that she believes in, and later becomes a concubine to the sons of 'Sargon', deceiving and helping to enslave her people.
Lords of Labodinaux (2007) Dingis Comics. art by Dingiswayo Norris July 27, 1966 - September 6, 2009
An apocalypse shoot a friend of mine organised on the coast. It was bloody hot that day, but we got some good shots.
Everyday is a battle inside me, only to watch helplessly as I slip closer and closer into the forboding darkness.
An apocalypse shoot a friend of mine organised on the coast. It was bloody hot that day, but we got some good shots.
One of the most haunted sites in Singapore. This is one of the main entrances -- a forboding facade.
...and what a glorious day it was!
Amanda, Jordan and I all packed into Ruby the Subaru (in Jordan's words: "A German guided Japanese chariot") and set forth to explore both coasts of this lovely island.
And happend the last time around, forboding clouds and nasty weather forcasts gave way upon our arrival, and we had a truely glorious experience on the real west coast. Here is the first batch of snippets from that great day one week ago... more to come after work tonight. :)
a cement factory tower in Gotan, Rajasthan.
I kept thinking of Bladerunner and Mad max when I was running around this factory. I especially loved www.mailerindia.com/god/hindu/index.php?siva2
Shot at brightlingsea beachfront and huts in essex, uk. Long manual exposure to blur sea and clouds.
Two friends darkened by the rays of the sun. This day, however, the rainclouds were heavy and forboding.
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon
Brain Damage by Pink Floyd
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It was a gloomy day when i took carpet for a walk at Stourhead with the camera. Its a shame really, but i tried out some good shots. lots more experimentation needed before i have nailed it properly though
An apocalypse shoot a friend of mine organised on the coast. It was bloody hot that day, but we got some good shots.
Erected on the ex railway goods yard in the 1970's. I think it was a tax office - hence its forboding, intimidating appearance and it probably wasn't much fun for the individuals who had to work there either !!! A truly horrible place.
Holme moss Mast sits above the village of Holme and just beside the forbidding Black Hill - a pro level walk and a nightmare in the dark.
Monument Valley, Arizona
Another chance to stand in the middle of the road and risk a traffic accident.
The formation to the right of the road (I think) is Sleeping Bear Butte, the combination of dust and light made it quite surreal, at times it looked like a painted backdrop to one of the old sixties episodes of Star Trek, though here it just looks forboding.
We were approaching a dust storm here, which we felt the full force of as we got to our hotel. Not sure how bad it was by local standards, but I was still washing sand out of my cracks days later...
Bodiam Castle is a pleasent place to visit during the day but don't stay there after the sun goes down. As the shadows grow long and hearts grow cold - help I'm turning into Vincent Price / Alice Cooper / Boris Karloff. ( Delete as appropriate )