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Joyous Yule

Posted 2015.12.21 20.02 in Spiritual

Happy Yule, folks.

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I don’t remember what the winter solstace was like last year, but I’ll never forget the one from two years ago – when an ice storm hit, damaged my house, most of my trees, and left me without power for a week.

I’m so glad the weather is nicer this year, and very much looking forward to the days getting longer again.

Bump in the Night

Posted 2012.07.05 22.27 in Pointless Blather, Spiritual

Ah the joys of things moving by themselves.

Sitting in my livingroom, in the dark, watching tv. The cats are both asleep – one on the sofa near me, the other in the bedroom.

Then I hear the sound of something moving, a little shhhhhhh noise from behind, followed by the slap of something hitting the floor.

Oh look! A package of film has been pushed off a shelf and fallen to the livingroom floor!

None of the other film has been disturbed. None of the cameras have been moved either, fortunately.

Just one little package of film, was slid off the shelf to fall on the floor.

That’ll give me something to think about when I try to go to sleep tonight.

In the Between

Posted 2010.07.19 11.44 in Pointless Blather

It’s a feeling as much as a time. Perhaps even more.

After too late, but before too early.

When everything is dark and calm, and the air is quiet with a sense of expectation.

Where insomnia and depression intermingle and become indistinct.

Even the rain tapers off, grows hesitant, then stops, as if waiting.

The night feels like it will drag on forever, and the sense of expectation grows stronger.

As if something is about to happen – a decision, a choice, a change.

In the between, the world stands still.

The moment is brief, yet seems endless.

With a sigh, the rain gradually resumes. The night wears on.

No decision, indecision. Deciding not to decide.

Out of the between, into the early morning.

I have no point; only a collection of thoughts that don’t translate well to prose.

Bump in the Night

Posted 2010.07.13 0.22 in Spiritual

Or actually more of a scraaaaaape Crash! in the night.

You know how it is when you’re in bed, at long last starting to drift off, when you hear a really big clatter somewhere close? So you have to get up out of bed, turn on the lights, and try and figure out what happened?

Like thinking, was it a lamp falling over? Did the cats knock over the coat-tree? It sounded so close, maybe it was in the bedroom?

No, everything looks where it should. So you check the bathroom, the purple room, the kitchen.

Then you see one of the cats looking around with a WTF? expression, she heard it but doesn’t know what it was. The other cat is hiding or sleeping or something.

Finally you find the source of the noise; it was just a drinking glass. It was left on the desk, and has been pushed to the edge and then fell to the floor. Not broken fortunately, just laying on its side on the floor near the desk.

So you put the glass in the sink and go back to bed to start over with trying to fall asleep.

You know what I mean? I hate when that happens.

Oh and then to top it off, when you’re laying in bed with the laptop blogging about the first noise, then you hear a second one? Like some sort of punchline…

Whenever I think about moving glassware, I think about seances and ouiji boards and that tv show Most Haunted.

I wonder why they use glass. Perhaps because of it’s resistive properties; it is very electrically resistant. Glass is used in modern electronics, and was used back in the early days of electrical experimentation. Not to mention, glass is made out of the same stuff that computer chips are.

There may have been a point in there somewhere. I thought I had more to write on the subject but now it escapes me.

Winter, Night, Photography

Posted 2009.12.13 11.22 in Photography

There’s something about night-time and snow. Dark sky, light ground. Quiet, cold. Still. It has a very particular feel to it.

A few nights ago, I took a few photos after everything was dark and quiet. I’m pleased with how they came out.

Looking out the front of the house, at the old church across the street…

Winter Night 1

Then out the back of the house, at my backyard…

Winter Night 2

Technical details: The camera was my 60 year old Zeiss Ikon Nettar, using GP3 Pan film at ISO 100. Processed for 7 minutes in TMax 1:4 developer.

Bumps in the Night

Posted 2009.08.04 20.57 in Cats, Spiritual

It’s been a while since I’ve had anything notably mysterious happen around here, but early this morning there was some inexplicable goings-on.

About 04:30 I was awoken to the sound of loud banging and thumping and cats hissing and snarling and running. This was not the typical sounds my two cats make when they playfight or even when they get seriously upset with each other, this was much, much more significant. My first (sleepy) thought for some reason was that a strange cat had somehow gotten into the house and caused all the ruckus.

So I got out of bed, turned on the lights and started to look around. What first struck me as very odd, was that there was not a single thing out of place. The second thing I noticed, was that there was not a single cat in sight anywhere.

I checked around and called a bit, but no cats responded.

Finally I spotted Pixie’s face from behind a box in the spare room; she was hiding in there. When I coaxed her out, her tail was all huge and puffy and she had clearly had a bad scare, moving slowly and staying low to the ground with her tail down as she glanced this way and that. Now I was assuming that the other cat Misha had been beating her up, and started calling for Misha to come out from wherever she was hiding.¬†Expecting Misha to come from the opposite end of the house, I was surprised to see Misha creeping out from right behind where Pixie had been hiding — and like Pixie, Misha’s tail was puffy and she was acting very very scared.

So – based on the noises which woke me up and the behavior of the two cats, it seems like something making loud thumpy bangy noises possibly chased and definately terrified both the cats; they hissed and snarled but ended up hiding together in the spare room, so frightened that they wouldn’t even come out right away when I was calling for them.

And as I said, nothing was disturbed, nothing was knocked over or out of place. Whatever made the banging and thumping, did it without touching things, it would appear.