An Everyday Sort of Strangeness, A Quality of Momentary Light

 

Sideways glances at the changing seasons, mercurial weather, mysteries in plain sight. Blinding shimmer, winged shadows, electricity hum, fireflies.

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Maximum spectral energy. A time of rapid change. When things are too complicated to write, you must move on or be trapped in your unfinished words forever. Or you can let your pictures do the talking.

Grace

Her alibi

The Festival of Liminal Space

The Day of Deja Vu

Tunnel of Transfigured Time....

...and its sinister twin. (Click the hard-to-see play button)

The Haunted Correspondent

(...and his sinister(?) twin??)

Penumbrations. 

Picnic at Panther Canyon (In the manner of Joan Lindsay) 

In Yr Orbit. 

More to come, I'm sure. Now I'm going to sneakily back-date this to September as if I haven't missed two straight months of posting. 

East of the Sun, West of the Moon

Down in the canyon that divides east from west, balanced on the edge between spring and summer. Blowing bubbles in the submersive heat, like breathing underwater. 6 planets align in the sky. A season of strange changes is upon us. 

The Threshold of Summer

May the Liminal Dieties bless us all.

Down In The Canyon

A while back, we went for a walk in a nearby canyon. It's a public hiking trail, but it was an uncomfortably eerie experience. We all felt it. Maybe it was being hemmed in by the narrow canyon walls. Maybe it was vibration, echoes, infrasound, or just being in the crevice of this long dead fault. I don't know, but here are some pictures.

Really it's just like a river of rocks, rocks and more rocks, but we kept getting dizzy or feeling a squeezing pressure on our eyes like we were in a fishbowl. Teen son said he felt the place was very negative, even sinister, but again, that could be down to infrasound...

 But I suppose one never knows.