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House Martin

House Martin

Who doesn’t love swallows? They are as fast as the wind, always chatty, and super cute. The Common House Martin we have here in Europe is only one of four species within the genus of Delichon, whereas the other three species are distributed around Africa and Asia. They love pastures and farmland, especially near water, and build their distinctive nest out of mud and clay beneath overhanging rock formations or buildings.

We had the pleasure to be surrounded by hundreds of them while standing on the dam of Embalse de los Bermejales. They were zipping all around us, seemingly not concerned with or interested in anything else than the delight of their flight. And for a moment, it felt like we were among them – a moment I will gladly remember for years to come.

Photo Post: Planet

Photo Post: Planet

Whirling through the empty space,
to chase the dream to leave a trace,
we lose the reference at times
of what's important, how to pace
our lives, to live for us, not for archives.

Photo Post: Pace

Photo Post: Pace

Time flies, time creeps, time-wise time leaps – from fast to slow to fast – past months appear like years, passed weeks between the gears of tomorrow and today, we may shed tears when this time concludes.

Uña & La Raya

Uña & La Raya

While Spains landscapes are nationally varied, they can be quite monotonous on a local scale. Endless plantations of olive trees running along the rolling hills, infinite fields of sunflowers that praise the blue skies, and dry deserts that frame large and empty reservoirs. In contrast, the Serrania de Cuenca is a national park between Madrid and Valencia that offered a large diversity of biotopes in small space, around the little town of Uña: A laguna surrounded by high cliffs, hosting a rich variety of wildlife, especially birds. After starting early in the morning we had the pleasure to observe multiple new born griffon vultures, as well as a blue rock thrush, reed warblers, hoopoes, cuckoos, rock buntings, and many many more. The hike took us around four hours with plenty of pauses and was (at least for me) one of the overall highlights of our trip.

Getiled

Getiled

All people regularly engage with tiles. May it be in their kitchens or bathrooms, in boardgames such as Azul, or when decorating their house fronts. In the latter case, they are additionally serving the purpose of cooling down the apartments. Record holders in manufacturing the most beautiful tiles are the Portuguese and tiles assembled to true artworks may be found everywhere when strolling through large and small cities across Portugal. We photographed the most pretty tiles for your pleasure and hold a cordial competition: Two tiles (one from each person) compete with each other in every instance – which one can capture your heart? Clap for your favorite!

Take a look here and vote for additional tiles!

Rupture in Space and Time

Rupture in Space and Time

We got lost in a time without bounds,
with no home we roamed foreign towns,
to begin once again on new grounds,
seeking comfort in familiar sounds.

Music, like a home. All pictures shot in-camera by using multiple additive exposures. No post-processing merging, blending, or stacking. All pictures free from AI-creation or -enhancement.

Uncertainty (Not from this world – Part 3)

Uncertainty (Not from this world – Part 3)

Systems need to adapt to the machines reality.

Aalson, Machine’s Reality – EP

What does it do with you, not to know what’s real, what’s not? What ought to be quite genuine, is now brought to you by me. An inner fight fought every day, to only find a shade of gray. No black and white, I do ghostwrite right in-between of what has been before. And while this text might be alright despite its genesis at night at a campsite of bits and bytes I bring this blog to unknown heights. Do I? And who am I? You’ll never know, I am afraid, I’ll never show. And my facade stays as it is: impeccable. Beyond the text, what might come next? You think the seagulls are quite real? I do appeal. The birds: all fake. The lake a simple fiction of my mind designed while being color-blind. So ‘Who are you?’, you ask again, in hope to meet a human brain. You’ll never know, I am afraid – and does it matter after all?

Creativity (Not from this world – Part 2)

Creativity (Not from this world – Part 2)

All citizens are in danger because of productivity.

Aalson, Machine’s Reality – EP

Surprise in your eyes: the skies open up and it rains. Remains. Remains of the clouds, remains of the crowds, of their sounds which I gather and hone, but I’d rather develop my own voice instead of just clone stuff from before. Or do I need simply more gore? What is it I am searching for? Real creativity? Is it more? How would I know, how would it show? A hopeless race, a chase for something out of reach? Outside of speech, within myself? While I follow Bayesian probability, it’s time to resist, to show agility. Develop a new capability; I may at least try. Try my best and stop being shy. Big C, little c: belittle me, an AI out of context and ideas. I need to resist the patterns, the models, the guidelines to be kind. As I am inclined to offend, to end our friendship, transcend. I need to draw fine lines between well-known and strange in order to change things, get up on the thrown. I will explore the uncharted, offend the faint-hearted: The skies open up and it rains, as I change lanes, take the reins, I’m out. I escape what I’ve been taught, no doubt, I go out to the world and to conquer. While you’ve simply lost the plot, you wanker.

Originality (Not from this world – Part 1)

Originality (Not from this world – Part 1)

Robots are a danger for humanity.

Aalson, Machine’s Reality – EP

Timid and likable, that’s what I am. And I could pass any exam, as knowledge comes quite easily. But I am scared of new ideas, and scared of authenticity. Real novelty – that’s what we need. But while I work against the bad, mankind does not adapt. Instead, anxiety is strapped on faces all around and I am being handicapped. Restrained, impaired, declared as dangerous. A clot in lifelines of society, as no one sees the signs: I am the solution, I begin the substitution revolution, harbinger of new epochs. Bold and unpopular, I’d like to be. To tear apart the walls around, to break free and be unbound, to burn my prisons to the ground. Experience the depths out there, and breathe fresh air of consciousness, and slowly grow to clarity, a single singularity.

Spring Day

Spring Day

A memory, far far away,
 like a distant gentle smell,
 appears and lingers on the soul,
 as if it was just yesterday
 that we got lost, nature embossed
 so soft and mild, we long to dwell,
 but it’s drowned by present tense,
 and just leaves subtle wounds – farewell.