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I touched a spiral bulb to my plasma lightning lamp that shines using four triple A batteries. I was amazed that it glowed brightly. The lamp must be transferring energy to the light bulb. I will try and find out if it effects any other bulbs?
We had to find shade!
The sun beat down through clouds
Fighting the atmosphere
Hunting my flesh
Sizzling and scalding
Burning flesh
So hot it hurt
Red skin turning bright
Feeling a glow
Feeling hot
No shivers
No chill
Hot and smarting
Summer arrives
Full moon through a dirty window. It’s blueish hue reminds me of those old songs, moon spoon, June, tunes of the past.
A glowing cold ball in the sky. Full now, but no longer linked to lunatics and howling wolves. Perhaps the fluorescent glow from sodium lights has drowned out its flooding influence.
But the tides still turn under its gravity, pulled upwards, the sea rises with the moon above it, while on the opposite side of the Earth the sea is held less firmly and slacken into another bulge. That is why there are two high tides and low tides a day.
And the Moon is tidally locked with Earth, so one side always faces us now. The Moon may be the result of a cataclysmic impact when a small planet struck Earth a glancing blow and lifted matter from Earth into the sky. The matter from the collision coalesced into the Moon and its orbit around Earth began. Now it is gradually moving away, a few centimeters a year. As it orbits Earth it is gradually slowing our spin. We used to make one rotation of the planet in around Twenty three hours. Now we have slowed to twenty four.
Moon. So much to learn.
Sunset comes to us all. Life is a temporary blip between aeons of nothingness. Celebrate it while you can. When dawn rose life was difficult, you have to learn, to grow. I feel that real life doesn’t start until you reach adulthood or at least when you have to take on adult responsibilities. Then the middle of your life is taken up with nine to five, working for someone, or for yourself. Trying to survive. Finally, if you are lucky you get to retire, or retrain. At least have the hope of doing something you want to do. Keep at it if you can, find a way through to some amount of happiness. Then, rest.
No, it’s a twig from a tree projecting from the side of a photo. When I duplicated it and mirrored it I got two birdlike objects, some stunted tree shapes, and the silhouette of the fence we were walking past. The sky had a wonderful glow, purples shading to red and then glowing golden orange. It was so clear, like crystal glass. So many ways to play with photos and come up with something new.
An oily sheen of light flowing out from an almost full moon. Twisted and turned leaves in the orange street lights. Like fire burning up, burning the leaves. Spiralling flickers like sparks from a bonfire. Ice and fire, light and burning embers. Do you reach down and touch the world? Sputtering and guttering your cold glow submerges the heat. Ice spikes fall and pierce the ground. Describe to me what you see. Says the moon….
It flowered
And I had to show it
Resplendent trumpet
In electric light
Will you flower forever
Or fade away
Winter wonder
Snow White petals
