Hello world, it’s Sunday again, which means Gloomscapes.
Lucky number thirteen it is today and so it has to be, of course, District 13 from the Hunger Games trilogy.
A mockingjay. Just a glimpse of it as it flies by. The same one every time.
~Susan Collins, Catching Fire (Hunger Games #2)
Mockingjay is, in the Hunger Games universe, a fictional hybrid bird, which becomes a symbol of Resistance. It’s also the title of the third book. When I viewed this picture on my computer and saw the flying bird, I was immediately reminded of the above quote from Catching Fire. I’m glad I got a chance to post it on the blog finally!
Greetings, humans and other creatures, today I present you with the first post in my new series, which I sort of touched on previously.
The idea is to post photographs that could represent a setting of post-apocalyptic or dystopian world, or are just generally uninviting, gloomy or not very aesthetically pleasing.
In March last year I set out with my camera towards Hexagon Tower with the intention of taking precisely these types of pictures, as I knew the area surrounding the building had just the right look and feel and the weather conditions were just perfect. It still remains one of my favourite photo-walks. However, there was no good way of putting these pics here (well, apart from the above mentioned Hexagon Tower and the Birches in March, but those are different). Then it occurred to me to do a series and so here it is!
The hardest part was coming up with a title. I spent the whole evening coming up with different doomy-gloomy portmanteaus, all of which, after checking with Google, were already a thing–mostly video games or metal albums. (*Gasps* But I’m not cool! I’ve never played a video game in my life and I listen to pop!!) And of course it doesn’t help when 1. English is not your first language and 2. you’ve got absolutely no way with words anyway (and to think that I wanted to be a writer once… sigh). I thought if it comes to the worst, I’ll just go with Wastelands. I wasn’t that thrilled with that, though I’ll still use it as a tag.
I’m pleased to say I did find my title.
Gloomscapes it is!
And here’s the first instalment.
I will be posting these every week, on Sundays, since it’s Sunday now.
Well it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these! Late to the party but here it is:
The hardest thing about this Weekly Photo Challenge has been choosing the right picture–I have so many that would qualify. In the end this one won. This little piece of woodland is Prestwich Clough in Manchester and I discovered it in April 2017.
It’s amazing how quiet a place in a city, that is not even very far from a main road can be. It must be the trees.
I remember reading a children’s story back in my home country about a guy who collected silence and he had this big house with many rooms and every room had a different type of silence. Forest silence, beach silence, field silence, cave silence and so on and so on. Anne Shirley in Anne of Windy Poplars also talks about different types of silence in her letter to Gilbert.
I’m sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.
So it’s never a total silence then. I imagine that would only be in space.
Break the Silence
I’ve been going back and forth with this paragraph, typing and deleting, typing again and deleting again. This is only a photo posting challenge, nothing more but even Cheri asks at the end of her post whether silence can be a negative thing. Because I believe it can (in a different sense than my photograph) and I was thinking about the #MeToo movement and other horrible things that have been happening and are happening, so I just want to add this: if you see a case of injustice happening, please do speak up.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
~Martin Luther King, Jr