I dreamt something about water and that I kept pouring it in a container and that it spilled over and made sounds like waterfall and to that sound I woke up only to realize it was raining.
It rained all night, it rains still and will continue to do so over the weekend.
So any plans that you might have to go to a lake in a nearby town and visit a shrine are pretty much kaput.
What with the lush greenery on the outside complete with an odd collection of birds that've been chirping away to merriment coupled with the fact it's been raining lends a rather tropical aura to the landscape minus the biting cold of course.
This might not be the most suitable weather for clicking pictures but somehow I like the foreboding malaise of this pessimistic climate that lends a miserable element to pictures.
None of that blue sky white fluff of clouds. I rather like the pensive atmosphere and the distressing appearance it emanates.
There's a certain catatonia to this aspect and it tends to gel terrifically with the kind of existential dread you want some photographs to assume; not that I'm sauntering about in the rain armed with a camera and tripod ready to click cheerless frames.
maybe tomorrow.
--
(how does one so far away know it rains here? why would a simple sentence as that sound so warmly assuring?)
It rained all night, it rains still and will continue to do so over the weekend.
So any plans that you might have to go to a lake in a nearby town and visit a shrine are pretty much kaput.
What with the lush greenery on the outside complete with an odd collection of birds that've been chirping away to merriment coupled with the fact it's been raining lends a rather tropical aura to the landscape minus the biting cold of course.
This might not be the most suitable weather for clicking pictures but somehow I like the foreboding malaise of this pessimistic climate that lends a miserable element to pictures.
None of that blue sky white fluff of clouds. I rather like the pensive atmosphere and the distressing appearance it emanates.
There's a certain catatonia to this aspect and it tends to gel terrifically with the kind of existential dread you want some photographs to assume; not that I'm sauntering about in the rain armed with a camera and tripod ready to click cheerless frames.
maybe tomorrow.
--
(how does one so far away know it rains here? why would a simple sentence as that sound so warmly assuring?)
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