I only discovered this guy in the past year.   What a voice. Passionate.  Lyrically this song recalls "for everything there is a season", "a time for everything under the sun".   There is even a time for waiting where you may feel "all locked down chained in the hole".   And that waiting may take years.   But when the waiting is done, "give it a whirl".   An anthemic sound similar to Peter Garrett of Midnight Oil and dark intesity of Nick Cave.    For those new to the talent of Sivert Høyem - he's had several solo albums.   Prior to being a solo artist he was the voice behind, award winning, Norwegian rock band Madrugada who were popular primarily in Europe.  This song originally from his 2011 album LONG SLOW DISTANCE. 

Lyrically might be the perfect theme song for exiting the pandemic era.  Maybe we're all a little wiser, a little more cautious, a little more appreciative of life, freedom and so many things we've taken for granted.     

This track reaches deep into me right now.   I hope you enjoy it.   
If I was to expire on a day like this
Then pay no heed at all
Returned again, my secret fire
From confusion trails
To death's own roll call

And you know that I don't know what to do
But I could wait a thousand years or more
Settled in to the point where I...
I don't know what the hell I'm waiting for

It's my time to be waiting
All locked down, chained in the hole
But when my waiting is done
I'm gonna give it a whirl
[x2]

Again, try to rewire
The connections of your tired machine
Well, you know you've been a liar
A good for nothing two-faced go-between

It's my time to be waiting
All locked down, chained in the hole
But when my waiting is done
I'm gonna give it a whirl
[x6]

sunday verses #14

3 MORE HAIKU 


Framing seasons three
Winter starts and ends the year
Annual bookends

***

A breath of warm air
She comes around the mountain
Chase Winter away

***

She pushes forth life
Her pungent verdant bower
Earth's labour's give birth

the poetry of textures

Today I will discuss something I look for in my photography - TEXTURE.  
I Love textures.    I used to really go overboard on textures and that is the reason I've re-edited some of my old photos.    When the photo is a photo of a texture or when there is plenty of texture in the photograph already it is not necessary to add any texture.    Texture should be treated like a fine wine.    A glass or two is perfect but if you get drunk you become an absolute mess.    Using texture is much the same (in my opinion).     Now I will add a caveat there are times for working on an abstract original a severe or obvious texture may add to the overall composition but these are rare instances.    Generally speaking texture is is like frosting on the cake.   You want some but you also want the cake also.   Okay maybe that's not the best analogy because I'm sure there are readers out there who would argue they could live on frosting alone (you know who you are).   LOL  🙂

I also love poetry.  I love poetry for it's ability to condense feelings, emotions, images, impressions into a few words - no need to write a novel.   At least I don't feel the need to write a novel.   :-).  Textures for me provide that same ability and can change a "feeling" or "impression" of an image just by adding some textures - the same that poetry does for language or storytelling.  
 
My newest texture was created using this photo below.  It is simply a photograph of paint/tar splatter on concrete wall under a roadway where homeless camp out from time to time.   When I photographed this I took the image with an intention of using it as a texture.   I didn't know how at the time but today it all came together.  
In Photoshop is opened the raw file added contrast etc because I wanted the "squiggles" to stand out more.   Then I began to add layers of the photo,  rotating and repositioning them as as what felt right.   Each layer I would either use the "exclusion" or "difference" function.  When I was finished I had a wonderful abstract mess that I could use as a texture.    The original was in color but I also converted it to black & white to use on monochrome photos.  
One of the things I like about textures is that they can bring out the feelings or moods of an image that lie just under the surface.    And I think this can take a bland image from the level of mere representation to "art".     See what you think.   

Below are two photos. The one from an abandoned factory; I haven't posted before because it seemed to be missing something, but when I added the color version of this new texture it seemed to come alive for me.   You can see hints of the texture but again it does not overpower the original image.    It enhances the crusty dirty feeling of what the location was really like.   I almost feel like I can rub my finger across the image and dust and dirt will come off.    

On the Winter scene below - I used the black and white version of the texture.   And to me it gives the image almost a vintage feel.    It adds to the snowiness of the overall scene making it feel even sharper and therefore colder even icy.    
Well those are my thoughts and look into the evolution of some of my images.   What do you think?   If anyone would like a jpeg or tif file of these textures color and/or black and white to use on your own work - use the contact form on this blog and I will email you a copy of the file.   This offer is for a limited time only.   Thanks everyone.  

sunday verses #11

4 haiku for the end of Autumn.


(12/01/21)
Leaves begin their fall.
Colors changing while you watch
autumn's rich pageant.

(11/27/19)
Cold, dark, windy night;
trees shudder; dead leaves unchained 
make fierce their escape

(12/01/21)
Distant in the dark.
Sweet sounds the soft piano.
Music in the night.

(12/01/21)
Chill'd, damp autumn night.
Sleepless bare trees sway slowly.
Unwrapp'd, expos'd heart.

sunday verses #9

HOLES IN MY CITY   (2014)

There are holes in my city
where buildings used to stand.

Empty spaces are all that remain
where factories made my world.

A dream that never was
cannot be remembered or built upon.

There is no foundation 
there is only dust and wind.

Remembrance is only a delusion
sickness of mind and soul
for a community that is trapped
in its struggle to free itself from nothing.

There are holes in my city
where buildings used to stand.

Places where people lived
where the voices of children could be heard.

Now there is silence
even the ghosts don't linger here.

Some say silence is golden
but the same silence can drive a person mad.

There are holes...

happy november

Hello and happy November.   Todays image was just taken this past Saturday 10/30/2021.   To me it is a quintessential Autumn shot with color, texture and the theme of breaking down - the end of life.  Enjoy.