Someones being playing with the Gama

I was looking at the trees around my home while watching the television and was overcome today by the incredible beauty and utterly bright reality that surrounds my home. Night changes your expectations a little with any light being a great gift but the brightness grabbed me like a riptide.

South Australia in summer has a peculiar way of making the summers particularly bright. It washes out the colour in the trees, has a clear blue that goes a light white in the mornings, pushes the heat and brightness into the land and changes the bright green of spring into the intense red/ green of summer. In a home surrounded by trees this wash out in the green is particularly distinguished.

This brightness is in its own way beautiful, changing what you see and forcing you to see the most significant parts of the picture. However in South Australia sometimes this great brightness that can actually hurt the eyes with is magnificence when its overwhelming power washes out the parts that are subtle, that are delicate, that are often overlooked.

And then there is Christmas. The holiday that is as much a spectacle of consumerism as the celebration of gods own son. Its a festival that has become so bright with power that it also has a magnificence that is overwhelming and is pushing with a force to remove all the subtle, delicate and overlooked parts. Including the parts that make it worth while.

So here we are less than a week till Christmas and the world is bright, overwhelming and the little things keep on being washed out. So for once instead of being enamoured by the big stuff, or being forced to squint with the light, I'm looking with open eyes at the little things even as the Gama keeps on being turned up.

Merry Christmas all -- don't forget to look at the details.

Its dark out here

As you know I work nights. Its interesting with its own quirks and features, strange people who cannot understand that the world isn't about them, businesses who need emergency help, people in need in all shapes and sizes. But it is stark at night. The light of day isn't obsuring the balderdash that people blather. You don't get calls at 3am to someone unless its pretty important, unless you have been on the turps that is. You cannot help but know that the person is after something from you directly. It makes night work constant and different, but although I work at night, I also live here.

Its quiet, my mind runs strange and interesting places and I hear things more clearly when I don't have to fight the ominous drone of people, cars, and things in general. Night is quiet, but its never still. It just happens that the movement at night is short, sharp and elegant, or so slow as to not be noticed by those that don't want to see. The dark is where people like me live, and love and wonder at the interesting properties of this world.

You don't see the world glitter like you can at night or strain under the light of a full moon or hide in the guile of the new. You cannot see my city and its rainment of glory in daylight but at night its roads run like rivers of light and the animals that call it home join you in their activity as day slowly breaks across the horizon.

So each day I see both the sides of this great work, this world we call home. I work at night and feel the need and hunger of those who are lost, broken and desparate every night but each shift finishes I get to live just for a while and walk in the glory of the night and its moves and its foibles.

a wimpering cry in the dark

This blog is simply created as my confession and profession of faith. Its all the questions I cannot answer, laments that I hiss with venom into the aether and things that I will have no answer for.

This blog will be updated irregularly whenever I need a dark night of the soul.

first post - wierdness

Well this is the first of (I hope) many more posts to come about what I am doing and whatever strangeness is in my head. I hope to post at least once a week.

It is primarily to be an outlet to allow me to twist my warped little mind in strange an exotic places with a hope to hear back from the web and see if others have similar dreams, aspirations and madness that they want to make real in the limited time we each have on this planet.