i'm going to call this the first 2 or 3 exposures I did with my rolleicord before I kind of figured out everything. didn't intend for it to turn out as anything, but i like it.
Who has been in a creative slump? I've been in a creative slump.
I write. I take pictures. I edit video. I do other things, but prefer not to do them on command, but may be able to compromise.
So. PLEASE challenge me.
at first it was dark, and then the light came
slowly at first, mere photons flickering as sparks
joining, creeping, branching out into a web
intricate and fragile
and so it was dark
it was dark, but then there was a spark
a spark sharp and bright
cutting through the black
and it spread, fierce and brilliant
everything shone gold, then a blinding white
like the wildfire it seemed it burnt itself out
and it was dark once more
then i felt a touch, light and glancing
i saw two eyes reflecting those last dying embers
i closed my eyes
i felt a rush of warmth curling and twisting through my veins
i opened my eyes
it was light and i was not alone.
A very merry belated Christmas zitadavid! This started out basically as a meditation on Christmas and winter and what it means to me and carried on from there. I hope your holidays were warm and lovely and full of friends and family and food!
I miss the hills of my hometown, the twists and curves in the roads, seeing the skyline from my school’s front lawn, and the catacombs below. I miss long drives in the country, tobacco turning into corn and then back again, counting the deer in the woods by the highway, and every so often smelling a skunk, chicken, hog. I miss exploring downtown, with its old abandoned storefronts and factories, knowing we shouldn’t be there and not caring, knowing no one would stop us anyway.
When I leave this flat, dreary land for those beloved hills, I know it will be different, changed. For all that the skyline will be the same, the roads twisted and confused, Pilot Mountain in this distance, the place I grew up is gone. It’s not just that they’ve knocked down some factories or that Trade Street has galleries instead of prostitutes. The city I lived in was half in my head, and I… I grew up.
Now in my transient lifestyle I miss it. I couldn’t wait to leave, but now it’s gone. I miss me the way I was. And now I wonder if this is it, is that gone for me? Will I find someplace to make my own again, or will I be stuck in this limbo forever?
Not quite here but not quite gone.
I'm just going to sit here and be amused that, of all the crap on my coffee table, you can clearly see that the book on the bottom is called Epidemiology.
Same one, contrast ramped up...
For the sake of something, I shall blurb. Scars: burn from the top of my oven (galley kitchens are evilevilevil) and mosquito bites from where I picked.
Moles from... I'm blaming my mom because none of these are notably inherited ones like the one on mah nose. I never paid attention to them until I went to the dermatologist for an unrelated reason, and, as he was about to leave, he asked, "Can I look at your moles?". Apparently the "average" person has 20 on their entire body. I have 20 on the lowever half of my left forearm.
I have many scars, but none of them epic. Most of mine have faded. I have a burn from the top of my oven and two mosquito bite scars (I picked as a child. What am I saying, I pick now).
They all look like little, albino moles amongst the rest.
OK FRIENDS! I was going to have my 400th record be special. Well oops.
Instead I'm requesting things for a special thing. I'm making this a collab for ease of use.
Audio (or video, whatever) of people saying "THE INTERNET!"
Screencaps of both sides of a video chat. Excited happy thrilled to see each other people in a video chat.
Video of people performing Seldelaterre's 'i am my favorite thing' found here(and in the reel woohoo) . If you don't want to do the whole thing, at least do the last line. I WOULD REALLY LIKE IF SELDELATERRE DID THIS HERSELF!
This is all I can think of right now. I WILL ADD MORE AS I THINK OF IT.