Birds – Page 2 – Punkt im Dunkeln

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

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.

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.

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.

An Ode to Vultures

An Ode to Vultures

A timid giant rides the wind,
ill-famed and often framed
as ravenous, yet kind inside,
enchants mankind,
dwells unconfined,
a gust of wind below his wings, 
a king of kings,
untamed and wild.

Do you remember the first time you heard your favorite album? The first time you fell in love with someone special? Or the last time you were fully enchanted by the inimitable beauty of nature? I, for the first time, saw one of the largest birds in Europe – the griffon vulture. And ever since, I can’t get enough.

Sujet (Part 1)

Sujet (Part 2)

A retrospect, time to reflect:
birds, poems, and photography
of calm nature, IT mixed in,
sometimes even a unique spin.
I recollect all memories
left from my past, or simply write
what’s deep within.

An introspect, time to dissect:
I‘d like to be an architect
of words with charm and wit, that bite
and split the readership in two,
to reconnect them right again.
I’d like to describe mundane life
as if it carries weight, as if it’s great,
to resonate with other minds.

Upside Down (Part 2)

Upside Down (Part 2)

Family discussions are a precious gift: You can openly express yourself without any worries. Worries of being too open, too honest, or too unreasonable — they know you anyway. You can argue aggressively without having to fear ruining a friendship. And you can be a careful listener that provides encouragement and guidance to your loved ones. After all, if you’re open to have your opinion seriously challenged, you might learn something new about yourself after all.

The Return

The Return

Orange beaks pass through the snow
in search for food they plough
the empty meadow, search for food,
slow, graceful steps, fierce attitude.

One Last Time

One Last Time

Sometimes, there is the necessity for change and, sometimes, there is the desire for change. I love my city, the very city I came to ten years ago for my studies. The very city I stayed in, because of all the people I got to know and because of all the places I became attached to. A city which offers more bicycle tracks than any other city I’ve seen, a city which hosts wonderful buildings, large churches, a rich university life, and extensive nature all around. But now is the time for change.

And, thus, I am walking my oh so familiar path around the lake, one last time. I am visiting the Old Botanical garden, one last time. I am meeting people, temporary acquaintances, friends who are not familiar enough to stay in touch with, one last time. I am riding down the pedestrian zone, unlawfully, one last time. I am eating at my favorite place, I am visiting the climbing gym, I am enjoying the sun on our balcony, I am admiring the birds, the squirrels, the gray-legged geese, one last time.

We are taking a break and set forth to seek new shores, for the first time.