Skywatch No. 52

I seem to have actual titles only every other Skywatch.

I also seem to not have anything substantial to say, every Skywatch. I'll be back! I promise! *runs away sobbing*

Yes, I'd Like One of Those in Optimism, Please.

It seems I've been lax with actual blogging lately,* posting little but wordless Skywatches. This trend, unfortunately, shall continue for at least another week.**

*If you take "lately" to mean on and off in the past year or so
** Viewed through Optimism-tinted glasses

Meahwhile, I've been drumming up writing gigs and poking around for other sorts of odd writing jobs.

I've also played around with the idea of moving this blog to another venue. Anyone else on non-Blogger blogging services?

Skywatch No. 50

I got nothin' today.

Although, I have been busy on Flickr lately.

Here's To Some Sun

These past several days I have been upstate trekking the forests and the dunes by Lake Michigan.

The entire bluff had been swathed in an opaque blanket of cloud and fog. In a matter of minutes, it had all been blown away, revealing land falling away hundreds of feet down to the shoreline.

I am just now sorting through the files; more will be up (possibly on Flickr) later.

Skywatch No. 48

One for today.

Alas, I do not come across still bodies of water very often, and when I do, it's usually a puddle or a pond at best. I've yet to see a lake on a calm day.

Disappointment Is Like Judging Books By Their Covers

I've been wondering whether it'd be possible to get rid of my old textbooks on Ebay, and finally meandered over to the book section today. In the Most Popular section, I saw:

And I thought, wow! People are reading something other than Twilight. I am impressed.

And then I looked. Or clicked. I'm not sure which one happened first.

Then that reminded me of something I'd come across the other day.

Apparently someone thought slapping Twilight branding on perfectly innocent classics was the thing to do. There's speculation as to whether this will increase readership among younger readers, and they have a point, but still.

Still.

Skywatch No. 47

Skywatch No. 46

I'd meant to put this up back in March, when I'd taken this, but have never really gotten around to it. It was around that indeterminate space of time between winter and spring, when the ground is no longer snow-covered, but it hasn't quite melted away either- everything is crusted in a sort of muddy, watery sort of ice- and the colours are simultaneously drabber and more vivid.

Anyways, I'd like to thank you all so much for the support on our video earlier this month. The results are as expected- we didn't make it- but the experience was fantastic and you support, again, means a lot. Thank you!

Sometimes It Works Like This

I find that it is often late when I finally get down to writing. Late, late enough that tiredness drags thinking down to a crawl, late enough for elaborately crafted sentences to be broken down into essentials.

i have always wanted to write like this. unchecked and unbound by the conventions of proper writing, disconnected without being disjointed, rambling without being irrelevant. it is a nice thing to let go sometimes. i can write in fragments. i can use words i usually choose not to. i can not capitalize my i's. i, i, i. it moves along a stream of consciousness, and it is free.

i like it.

Skywatch No. 44

Like usual, only a few words from Andunie today. These are a few barreling-down-the-freeway type scenes.

It was rather very early in the morning, and I (who had after high school stopped regarding 6am as any sort of reasonable waking time) was very groggy. But mornings are quite nice, after all, and I can never pass up the opportunity to see low light combined with a low fog before the sun burns it away.

And of course, morning travel has a brisk, relaxed feel to it. Provided, of course, I am not the one at the wheel.