Brown Waters 15

Under the vast blue sky, and a grand herd of clouds that moved gracefully towards the ranks of hills that stood in the distance, surrounding the plateau, forever waiting, the wise hermits unaware of the corruption upon their flesh. The gloom of impending demise was hanging, suspended in the air between the sublime beings.

To the north, there was a barren landscape, layered with white sands, sparsely covered by reeds. Trees are visible nigh to the region where the feet of the hills were situated.

To the east, closer to him, were huge mountains of polymer wastes. Colourful, yet inspire nothing but contempt. The scent of decay was oozing out from whatever substances clinging to every nook and cranny of the aliens, whose birth took place when human sucked dry the very blood of their mother. Liquid poisons were slipping into the white sand.

To the south west, there was a pond; engulfed by the plain of salt, almost completely devoid of vegetation save for the grasses by the side of it. The pond was of the shade of deep turquoise, and children were diving below the surface, inside the water.

Like a pack of dolphins, they glided. Their long black hair flowed according to their movement. They were laughing. Those grinning decayed teeth inside those mouths. But there was no sound save for the sound of the wind above the field.

The children were diving towards the farther side, sometimes they dived deeper, sometimes closer to the surface. Sometimes they dived along the edges of the pond, sometimes they dived in straight lines. But they never broke the surface.

Attracted by their carelessness, he inched closer. Alas, the side of the pond where he stood crumbled. He managed to jump back, but the circumstance gave his presence away. That was when the children became aware of him.

Then the most curious thing happened. The children swam in circles. Slowly and gradually, their epidermis peeled off, disclosing the dermis below it. The process continued, and the dermis also came off disclosing the hypodermis underneath.

Blood started oozing from their body.

Their hairs were detached, strand by strand.

Those that were once whole, became filaments that gradually merged with the molecules of the water.

Everything that was red became black.

Float and flowing in circle.

A mass of chaos.

The sudden presence of death.

The sublime beings disappeared, leaving human without any answer to their questions.


humming pt.30

The air has worsened, the water has worsened, rupiah has worsened.

But don’t worry, we’ve had bottled water, we will have canned air with flavors and aromatherapy, and wallpapers of nature so we can enjoy them on our digital  screens.


the pond

I'd rather call it a pond rather than a lake, I've seen lakes, they ain't nothin like this.
I’d rather call it a pond rather than a lake, I’ve seen lakes, they ain’t nothin like this.


Anyone who has seen this other post on my blog (I am under the assumption that people actually see my blog) might be familiar with this face of scenery. And I recall I used the term “lake,” well, scratch that.

So here’s a part of the pond, on the right side there were couples having double date, and on the left side, a friend of mine scouting for position to put his gear and make ready for those creamy water look, slow shutter landscape pictures… hence the composition… actually I just put the camera on my face, did those professional photographer poses, and push the button… nothing fancy.

To think of it, I’d rather had left my gear behind and simply use my phone’s camera… may be not.

a town revisited, the border of water.

I guess, we can always find beauty around where we are, if we have the “privilege” to see that. Without that privilege, any place is as mundane as anything horrible that we try to avoid.

Problem is, we are usually the reason of the horribleness. Last time I checked, this place had been more awful. That was last year I suppose. This particular image is a part of a set of images I took quite some years ago. The area was still quite agreeable despite of the trashes, which, I suppose has become the primary element of our custom.


It was such a bright day. Being by the side of the pond, the reflections of light created a dreamy mood. I was attracted by the pattern, and decided to take them all in by dialing f/10. I didn’t really know where the diffraction might come in, but I knew it was safe there at that aperture. To balance the scale I’ve got 1/320 @ ISO 100.

Of course it didn’t look like this before. In fact i was quite “flat” to my taste, also, I thought the reflection of light was of lower intensity than what I thought I had seen.

The statement/paragraph above clearly stated the presence of our assumption upon deciding what constitutes “deep” or even “real” images, there are a lot of factors that would rather have their way. Sometimes we just put them all aside and give in to what is personally pleasing. Sometimes we think we work to achieve balance.

Here I stretched the histogram until I thought I’ve reached the separation, therefore “depth”, without sacrificing necessary details available in the first place. The drowned shadow among the plates of wood has been lost since the beginning, the sun naturally created such contrast. Then I added a bit more vignetting. We may discus the legitimacy of vignettes later on, but for this particular instance, I wanted to create that dreamy mood, which automatically pulls my attention towards the center of the “border.”

Later, I might come up with other ways to satisfy other kind tastes.