‘Moonlit Waters’
Auckland’s Waitemata Harbour by the light of the most recent full moon.
Moonlit Waters
Tag: Night
Night Stripes
‘Night Stripes’
…wild stripes of leaf and light rage against the dark night…
AKL Night Skyline
‘AKL Night Skyline’
I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night
It has been a week of vivid and bizarre dreams for me, some nightmarish.
Perhaps coming off antidepressant medication has something to do with it , as that is an apparent side effect.
At any rate, the surreal shit of my dreamland continues apace.
You couldn’t make it up and you certainly can’t control it.
I’ll wake up from one weird episode and then plunge straight into another one, and so it continues till the dawn.
Deep REM sleep is supposed to be beneficial; maybe, but it is bemusing also.
I don’t even try to analyse the nocturnal art house cinema I am being served up involuntarily on a nightly basis.
What would be the point, really?
But I do have the ideal soundtrack to it all:
The Electric Prunes’s “I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night”. A thoroughly groovy 1960’s garage/psychedelic rock classic.
YouTube link below. Stick this in your pipe dream and smoke it, good people!
“I’m not ready to face the light…I had too much to dream last night”
Tangled Up In Black
Twisted Vine in Black
With apologies to Bob Dylan, whose tangled tune was blue, not black.
Blue, black; it doesn’t matter really.
Tangled up-ness comes in any hue you like, as long as it is saturnine.
Any shape or form too, as long as it seems impossible to get through.
It mixes and matches to every sort of person quite nicely.
Think of it as Ikea for the dark night of the soul…
Just An Obervation…
Carter Observatory, Botanic Gardens, Wellington NZ
Astronomical observatories are fascinating vantage points to far flung stars, planets and space matter.
Where the unknown is made known, the distant made near.
There is an element of magic in that, albeit with a telescope instead of a wand.
Well, that’s my observation anyway…
But I will leave the last word to someone who really understood how to make the magic occur, Galileo Galilei :
” I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night “.
Triple Pronged Night II
The sequel to the last (slightly creepy) post Triple Pronged Night.
As close as I am going to get to I am ever going to get to making a horror movie, given that I don’t enjoy them ,or being terrified for that matter.
But, all horror movies worth their gory salt seem to have a sequel, so here you are…
Actually this is more a contextualization than a true sequel: the photo shows the rest of the small pergola, set in a private school grounds, where I had cause to be last night.
A quaint Victorian gothic structure that was probably meant as a resting stop or glorified sun shelter.
Perhaps at night vampires might gather here and swap tales over pints of fresh blood…
Triple Pronged Night
Something spectral to end the month – three rooftop finials pierce the black of last night’s sky.
The prongs of a pitchfork?
Perhaps the devil is on the loose; better stay indoors….
You Don’t Need My Light Right Now
It’s getting a bit gloomy , I can see you fading.
Much as I want to shed a little light on matters, help you out, now is not the time.
Night has not fallen yet .Perhaps it won’t .
I will stand by regardless my friend.
If you lose your way ,I can be a lamp in the dark.
Just switch me on if you need me ,okay?
In Transition
Trees silhouetted in the pre-dawn light over my back fence. That time of day is special – night has faded but the sun is yet to rise, all things are in transition.
I have recently reflected a good deal about being in transition, as life events in the past year or two have placed me there, whether I like it or not. And you don’t have to like it, you just have to recognise when it is that time and place – and that it is an actual and important time and place , not a gap nor a void – make best use of this fallow period and be open to the possibility of some new things to come, albeit they have not arrived yet and you have no freaking clue what they might look like if and when they do.
This blog is littered with other images and thoughts about this phenomenon – refer the ‘Under The Wharf, Above The Waves’ series of posts or ‘Between The Lines’ ,just published, for instance. Others have probably described it much better. One who has delved deeply into the matter is William Bridges in his book ‘The Way Of Transition’, which has been both comfort and inspiration to me.
He says: ” All we know is that periodically , some situation or event deflects us from the path we thought we were on and , in so doing ends the life chapter we were in. In order to continue our journey ,we are forced to let go of the way we got that far. Having let go, we find ourselves in the wilderness for a time, and not until we have lived out that time can we come back around to a new beginning “.
Ebb Then Flood 