stormfish's PhotoBlog

gull dance

2013-04-26T18:19:26Z

and now, that i got you to look, check out this (i love it:-)

cubed

2013-04-26T18:28:24Z

this is why i would love playing minecraft underwater :-)

night, my velvet friend

2013-04-23T13:27:29Z

i love night photography. i don't know if it's the conundrum of having so little light to be perceived, with the odd and flattening contrasts that shadows and light sources produce, with the hidden thrills that are looming in the dark; or if it is only my preferred time of the day because it's when life slowly dwindles to a silent pause, to something much more enjoyable than the performance and productivity displayed in full daylight. if the earth would be tidally locked like the moon is to our planet, doomed to show us only one of its hemispheres, if we had a glistering day side towards the sun and a cold, dark night side... i probably would want to live in the area of dawn or dusk, just catching the last glimpses of our blazing star and just dipping into the blinking glitter of the night sky's starlight - always mobile enough to add a little, distract a little of light when needed - just like i do with my camera. there will be always unfulfilled wishes, desires, demands that never see the light of day. i feel like i'm sleepwalking on a vast ocean of darkness, with little more than a candle in my hand, finding my shaking way through it on unreliable, flickering reflections about what IS, what ISN'T - all i have for a direction, but failing already from the start. the night soothes, it eases that pain of things we need to do, need to know... and can't and won't. the warm, dark embrace of the soul. (dedicated to sleepless josy63)

come hither

2013-04-23T13:51:29Z

come hither my friend and truly rejoice let the fiddle triumph in its squireling voice and HO-HE the drunken boy sings play games with half naked girls rings where clinging glasses chime crude odes of joy and your feisty host fills his register with pay come hither, all you useless scum beggars, losers, braggers and bums make haven here, where life itself makes a splash on your darkest shelves spend all your powers, as long as you may and leave the bartender a generous pay come hither, may you be shy or just dumb open your eyes and fill up your womb or belly if that's what you really desire or soul... witch is what you require it all will be over when sun breaks the day and that's when the reaper will get all your pay.

all we are is

2013-04-19T15:47:52Z

dust in the wind

malaysian thrills to look forward to

2013-04-19T15:20:30Z

i'll be soon flying over to my other home country and i look forward to the warmth, the difference, the oddities, the friendliness of the people, the beauty of the landscape and the continued experience of a culture that is not mine and where i don't fit in naturally. in many ways, i feel home in the comfort of being a stranger, a visitor only. i dive into the whirlpool of their life, their reality and stay in there, slowly dissolving to become one of them, and yet like a pebble in a glass of fruit juice, will not - a reminder, in so many ways, for what i am here as well. we live in a constant exception. taking things for granted we must, otherwise the mind would crack; but to be reminded that nothing is as it seems and all things are different all the time, everywhere, forcefully and violent - that is worth the trouble of traveling.

endeavour

2013-04-15T15:56:57Z

the cutting edge of human attempts to expand our presence into space has become worn, exhausted and ready to be stowed away in a museum. now, money is being made with the curiosity, patriotism and nostalgic enthusiasm for a history not progressed anymore; and all we can do is stare in awe at the boldness, ingenuity and solutions of our parent's generation.

the moon over eureka dunes

2013-04-15T16:09:18Z

so enormous the craving for distance, so fantastic the voyage, so futile the attempt to endure, so joyous to have eyes to see. wherever you go, you can never come back.

a biker's paradise

2013-04-15T16:25:21Z

i think of something to say about this later. or maybe not.

parallel lines never touch

2013-04-09T13:51:52Z

if we could jump from one train to the other if we could change direction and speed if we could have more options in life we still would be on track gravity bound and running against a a wall