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outcasting101 · 1 year ago

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Timely Aquarium

it a practice writing i have been thinking. It an inspiration from 'Hat in Time' sountrack make me imagine if a giant clock sunk beneth the floor of the sea, ecosystem start inhabiting growing. but the clock stand, dacade past but it hand continue to stir showing the time underneath the water.

Keep in mind the story didn't focus clock under water but it will show later, this is more of a introduction of two random character i just come up.

“You know, most people wouldn’t have come here, '' a playful voice echoes from outside to the decade-old mossy green entrance. The dark prismarine monochrome of various shades; evidence of the loss of natural light, and occasionally a few grown moss surround the once builded attraction.

“Y-yeah”, Elly crack, head shirt to the source. Had someone been following her. Her hand clench bringing the dimly glowed map closer to her chest, eye pointed at the silhouette leaning back at the entrance wall, the shadow covered his feature much to her dismay. Had she been followed this whole time. Why didn’t the map show it?

“Surely you aren’t an inspector. There are many places worth your time - what about theHearts Queen Carnival, Crystal Peak; what about Unicorn Town, not this dingy old aquarium”. There wasn't any accusing tone Elly was accustomed to, but it sure takes hell to freeze to trust a stranger under these circumstances. The building is located at the corner of the palace, while it is a walking space barely anyone is willing to journey deeper from all the overgrown ecosystem and occasionally wild animals. While his gesture showed no malevolent, it didn’t fit how his words were delivered, Elly didn’t feel calm at the slightest.

Elly instinctually steps back as the figure moves forward, she scans, lingering to find any first sign of violence. For a guy stalking her, he didn’t look half-bad. His attire, a dark nature green button up jacket covering his black v-shirt, the black stretched toward his pants contrasted the ruby red snicker, with a few scrabbings of dirt.

Elly breathed out, face switched toward the deeper entrance, her eyes focused on the task at hand. The map arrows deep within the aquarium, her back exposed to the stranger as she steps forward. Naturally, any normal person would walk away but a hand wrap to her shoulder, making her jump.

“What’ cha got there”, his face close too much for comfort, his dark hair closely touches her cheek. Elly didn’t notice at first but she noticed a red line decorated both of his eyes.

“Nothing��, Elly pulled away, scraping away. THe figure stands tall, not moving from the position he is in. You can never be too careful.

“It looks like the arrow pointing that way - that leads you to the jellyfish route; come one, follow me”. He moves the forward, right hand pointing toward the location no one can see, the dark quickly swallows him.

Elly's face scrubs up with confusion and slight frustration. She felt like she was one of the trees between her, overgrown grass growing throughout the tiles of the floor, she was glad she stood on a flat surface. Distance from her, open tiles angle up, its sharp edge - too sharp to pass public safety.

“I don’t even know you!” Elly yells. Feet stomped, pupil dilated from the last direction he was on sight. For a moment Elly thought the green man went too deep. She pulls down, inspecting the map hoping for a pop dot of the location of the man. A voice erupts from the shadow. She inhaled sharply, too quickly.

“Call me Pimon; I used to work here!”. Pimon, at least he had some decency to introduce himself. But it didn’t change the fact she’s going to follow him. To whatever may the map blessed her, she prays to god to protect her from the weird people she consistently encounter over the month.

Following in the source of the voice. The dark primaries, decorated with golden design, diver design of underwater species following the in-depth living habitat. At the forest of overgrown grass, a hand brushes down the footprint. Their body covered with hoods head to golden pupil pull up to the step going within the entrance.

#story ideas #sea #aquarium #abandonded #theme park #sea theme #practice story #potential story #practice #writing #short story #adventure #character dynamic #dialogue #interaction

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yumeko2sevilla · 8 months ago

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Tsukuyomi: Alright.. Everyone, ready?

Everyone: READY!

Tsukuyomi: Little Hermit, go.

KAFU: *Put everyone into their oil lamp.* Please stay here for a minute.

Tsukuyomi: *Presses 'Play' on his phone*

Multiple triangles surround them as they get teleported to an abandonded theme park.

KAFU: *Let everyone out.*

Weird Feelings.

[Context; Tsukuyomi feels strange toward the new Heartslabyul student, Elluka. It didn't help him that Ace dissapeared along with it.]

Tsukuyomi: *Stares at Ace's seat when KAFU nudges him.* Oh- What's wrong, Little Hermit?

KAFU: Um- Are you alright, Tsuku? You seem unwell.

Tsukuyomi: Ahaha.. Me, unwell? Now that's kind of a boring joke, ey? *Pokes KAFU's cheeks.*

Epel: Please stop.. I know you're worried about Ace.. He has been missing from the last week.

Tsukuyomi: Yea.. I supposed.

Minako and Yukiharu run inside the Ramshackle dorm, while panting.

Jack: Mina, what's wrong?

Minako: Ha.. Yuki found Ace's location!

Everyone: WHAT!?

Riddle: Yukiharu, breathe slowly. Do you mind telling us his wherebeing?

Yukiharu: Good news, he's fine. Bad news, he's in a SEKAI.

Deuce: *Stares at Yukiharu.* A what?

Tsukuyomi: *Coughs on his drinks.* Little Soldier,, did you say a SEKAI?

Yukiharu: Yes, I did.. Wait. You know what that is?

Tsukuyomi: *Laughs nervously.*Haa, yes. Quite well, infact.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna

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noveltytwist · 4 years ago

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The past is the past.

#Stefano Cerio #photography #abandonded #abandoned photography #theme park #amusement park #architecture

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ramzawrites · 2 years ago

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Themepark - Donnie and Reader

Pairings: none, but can be read as Donnie x Reader

Characters included: Donnatello

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE ROTTMNT MOVIE

Series: No

Summary: Y/N and Donnie go out of base to look for materials at an abandonded themepark together

Words count: 2951

Authors Note: I noticed I tend to write for the movie in the future since its so open and you can basically do whatever haha, I’m still too hesitant to do anything else but I’m slowly building up confidence to get into the TV show outside the movies or even something for the 2012 series even though I don’t have the perfect memory of that show. It’s been nice to write again though.

When Donnie asked Y/N to help gather some electronics and other pieces they didn’t think he would bring them to an old and understandably abandoned theme park. It was a small one. Nothing amazing but it did have a little rollercoaster. It was small, overgrown without any loopings but still, there it stood. An old reminder of the old world. A time where you could spare the time for some meaningless things like riding a rollercoaster.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they looked around at all the decrepit old buildings that used to house unfair and unwinnable games. In one booth they could still spot a few cans laying around, this had to be the place where you would have been able to play the tin can toss game. The cans were by now bent out of shape and destroyed by rust, so not useful to Donnie but Y/N couldn’t help themself as they took a few steps towards the booth. Taking a tentative look behind the counter.

Surprise, there was only weeds and a few doodads and rotting toys.

“Come on, I’m sure the old rollercoaster has some motors or other pieces I can recycle for us.” Donnie spoke, reminding them why they were here in the first place. He was standing next to them his eyes trained on the little screen on his wrist he was tapping away on. Probably looking at everything that they needed back at their base or doing some calculations or whatever he was always doing on it.

That reminded Y/N of something.

“Hey, Dee. Why bring me along in the first place? You know I don’t know anything about machinery or science or whatever you do, really.”

Not that Y/N didn’t like spending time with Donnatello, after all they have been friends for years now, but they were still sure that someone with a more technological aligned brain could probably help better.

Donnie sighed as he begun moving towards the rollercoaster, his eyes still on the little blue screen “Because of all the people in the base you are currently the least infuriating or annoying one.” He spoke so matter-of-factly it made Y/N chuckle. That was just how he was, and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. If anything, it made it for them easier to communicate with him since he wasn’t scared to say what he was actually thinking. Even if it meant it could hurt others. Not that most cared about at the moment seeing how in the apocalypse there were more pressing matters, like survival and Donnie is one of the most important people when it came to that.

Not only does he set up the security for everyone at the base, but he also set up a reliable communication system, constantly finds new ways to track the Krang, develops new weapons and more. Y/N was pretty sure that without him the whole resistance would crumble in no time.

“Well, I’m honored then. Just tell me what you need from me, and I’ll help you, if anything I do have muscles to carry your things.”

The purple turtle blew some air through his nostrils as a silent chuckle which made Y/N raise their eyebrow “What?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that last training session I was the one who continuously whooped your ass. You spent more time on the mat than fighting me.”

Y/N blew up their cheek in a childish pouting expression “Well you used your Techbo and your mystic powers! That was cheating! I’m just a normal mortal! I’m not some crazy ninja dude like you and your brothers! Literally before this whole mess of a world I was out here just writing music, that I can fight off anything is a crazy thing for me!”

“Hey, I know! You are still alive so that must mean something right? Just think it’s funny you make yourself out to be a meathead when you are actually quite smart yourself.” Donnie was now kneeling at a console next to the rollercoaster. A few carts were still standing on the track. The paint was slowly peeling off and it looked like someone let their anger out on it with a blunt object. Probably exactly what happened. It’s not like anyone will need it and this world did kind of suck, so nothing Y/N could fault this random person in the past. If indeed this was what happened.

Besides Y/N was too busy being a bit surprised at Donnie’s genuine compliment. He called them smart? Well, that was just wrong, wasn’t it? Compared to him they weren’t better than a kindergartener. Which they told him so with a roll of their eyes as they leaned against one of the carts. Watching Donnie pull out rusted cables and gears out of the console.

He just kept on staring at what his actual goal was inside the console as he got out a screwdriver from his battleshell “Mhm, you might not know the same things as I do, I mean who does, really? But you have other places of expertise. You are probably the only one here who can calm anyone down in a panic attack no matter what. I don’t do this whole emotion thing well, but I can recognize the value in having someone around who does.”

It was difficult to argue with Donnie when he stated these things in such a matter-of-factly way.

“Mikey is better than me at it. I swear to god he can make people smile by just being in the same room.”

“But we are not talking about him, besides Mister Mystic Warrior is busy with all kinds of missions that he can’t be there for everyone at all times. Having you around eases a lot of peoples worries. They know they can come to you when they need a shoulder to cry on or in my case talk through logic problems.”

Y/N laughed “All I do is listen really, it’s not like I could help you with amazing insights.”

This time Donnie looked up at Y/N staring right into their eyes “But that is enough. Sometimes that’s all you need.” His head turned back around, still fiddling inside the machine.

“Huh.” Was all Y/N could say to that.

They absentmindedly scratched the back of their neck, looking away along the tracks of the rollercoaster, noticing the heat that begun spreading across their cheeks at Donnie’s genuine compliments. It’s not like it’s the first time both of them had a deep conversation like this but this kind of came out of nowhere and they just really just did not expect it.

Frankly it wasn’t something they thought much about.

A cough from Donnie brough them back down to earth, noticing that the crouched turtle was holding out a piece from the machine. Without missing a beat Y/N slung the backpack back down from their back and took the piece and softly laid it inside.

From that on there was a comfortable silence between the two friends. Donnie kept on working and disassembling the console while Y/N watched him, making sure to keep watch for any Krang so Donnie could work in peace. Occasionally grabbing whatever Donnie was holding out to them to deposit it inside the backpack.

This went on for a couple minutes. Almost felt like half an hour before Donnie decided to break the silence. He was still busy with the console, but he had a bit of a sheepish expression on as he asked “So, uh, you wrote songs? Didn’t know that about you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him doing small talk “Eh, before all this happened. Went to university for music theory and all. Not that it does me any good here. Haven’t touched an instrument in years now.”

Silence again.

It’s been a while that Y/N really thought back on their old life. They had such high hopes back then. Not entirely sure what they would have done with their life. Maybe taught other people instruments, tried writing and recording songs in a more official manner, maybe made or joined a band? Who knows. God, they used to be so optimistic about life, huh?

“What kind of instruments were you able to play?” Once again it was Donnie who broke the silence.

He never felt the need to fill the silence with idle small talk so something about this must have really made him curious to ask. Y/N’s smile still on their face but now it was mixed with a curious gaze towards their friend, wondering what exactly went through his head.

“Guitar, bass, piano, recorder, violin and a uni friend was beginning to teach me how to play the drums.”

Donnie chuckled “Kind of surprised you’d mention the recorder in all this.”

“It was the very first instrument I learned! It started my long road of music appreciation!”

“You are really a one-man band though. That’s a lot of instruments.”

Y/N shrugged “Well I started from childhood on to learn a ton of different instruments. Kind of accumulated over time, I guess. That said it’s been years so I’m probably rusty and bad as hell.”

With a silent grunt Donnie got back up from the ground. He got out a rag from his battleshell and some disinfectant to clean his hands. Y/N would have asked once again why they were here in the first place when he basically had pandoras box on his back, but they enjoyed the time together right now too much to question the validity of it all.

He leaned against the same cart as Y/N, taking the backpack from their hands to take a look inside and then typing on his wrist screen. Probably writing down all the little things he found to better keep stock of it. Donnie then handed the backpack back to Y/N, who in return expected him to move on to take a look at whatever else he could find here but he didn’t move. Instead, he just crossed his arms in front of his plastron. Staring ahead. His eyes darting around here and there, probably just keeping watch. It was something everyone was doing automatically at this point.

“I’m guessing you didn’t need these pieces as desperately as I first thought, and you just wanted to get out of the base.” Y/N stated suddenly.

Donnie just nodded “I mean, of course there are always pieces I desperately need and all but most of them are deep in Krang territory and this was a low-profile place so might as well and honestly as much as I love being in my lab I just needed to get outside for a moment. Would have gone alone but Leon would have chewed me out for this, so I took you along because you seem to be okay with just sitting around in silence. It doesn’t feel as awkward, I guess.”

“Aww, look at Dee, showing emotions.” Y/N laughed, they would have pulled on his cheeks as well to really annoy him, but they knew he didn’t like unprompted touch, so they refrained from doing so, satisfied to just verbally tease him.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You needed this too, I know you well enough now to see when you are stuck in your own head. You were beginning to bury yourself in work again and we both met way too often in the kitchen to get more coffee. You are not sleeping much and as the resident insomniac I of course took notice.” He sputtered out.

Yeah, he was a good friend. He says he is not good with emotions, but this was really considerate and just nice of him. A sense of pride begun swelling inside Y/N’s chest as they realized what was happening. Maybe it was just the feeling of knowing there are people out there who cared for them and took notice when things got too much. As much as this whole situation of the world sucked, they still had people like Donnie around who made it easier.

“Hey, Dee, you wanna take a look at the booths and see if maybe some toys survived the years? Maybe we can find like a Jupiter Jim keychain or something.”

At the mention of Jupiter Jim Donnie’s eyes lit up. He may be an adult turtle mutant who fought to survive every day, but you can’t seem to take the Jupiter Jim fanboy out of him no matter what.

As Donnie got up from leaning against the cart, Y/N stopped him “Wait! Actually! Let’s make it a game. Let’s go treasure diving and compare what we find in a half an hour.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Y/N didn’t need to know what exactly went through his head to know it wasn’t good “Ah! No fancy tech! Just your eyes and hands!”

They seemed to have hit the nail on the head since Donnie immediately groaned in annoyance and let his head hang in defeat “You all never let me go all out. Scoff!” He was so dramatic sometimes, which always made Y/N chuckle in return.

“Hey, I don’t have fancy shmancy tech or magic, it would be unfair!”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Donnatello.”

“Yeah, yeah got it. I’ll play fair.”

The half an hour passed way too fast. Both Y/N and Donnie ran around the abandoned theme park as if their butts were on fire. Trying to find anything useful or interesting to show off. Both had to remind themselves multiple times to be a bit more quieter as they physically began breaking apart the booths and boxes to find something of note.

They met at what used to be a café, a few tables were still standing which was perfect to show off each other’s loot. For half an hour it really wasn’t as much as Y/N had hoped but what can you do, these things were exposed to the elements for more than ten years.

Y/N found a few plastic keychains, still packaged balloons that would probably not work even if they were in a plastic package but still, a cowboy hat and their true treasure, a Jupiter Jim themed plush. It was a dog from one of the Jupiter Jim’s last journey to the moon movies. It was dirty as hell, but it did not have any tears anywhere and didn’t smell too bad. So, Y/N counted this as a win.

But when Donnie showed off his loot, Y/N was convinced he cheated. There were kazoos, a plastic watch which was one hundred percent broken but still looked fine, a Jupiter Jim themed Yo-Yo, a Jupiter Jim helmet, and a Jupiter Jim plush.

“No way in hell did you just find this like this. You cheated somehow, didn’t you?!”

But Donnie just cackled “I would not go back on my word like that! Nay, I say! I was just smart enough trying to look for the place they probably stored all their extra things in and judging by your reaction you too think that my haul was better than yours! So, I won!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Not everyone can have an intellect like me, Y/N. Do not be disheartened.”

Y/N ignored this comment as per usual, instead busy stuffing their haul inside their bag only for Donnie to approach and throw his own in as well. Might as well take these things with them. Might make someone at the base happy. Well, the Jupiter Jim things will probably end up in Donnie’s lab or quarters.

“I just noticed we never decided what the winner would get.” Donnie suddenly noted.

“What, boasting about your win isn’t enough?” Y/N rolled their eyes.

He just nodded “Of course. A winner should get something.”

Y/N just sighed “No idea what I could give you. It’s not like there is much to give. If this place were up and running though I’d offer to buy you a round on the rollercoaster.” They said the last part more quieter. Anything that mentioned how life used to be was difficult to say out loud.

Donnie tapped his own mouth as he begun thinking “I have an idea. I want you, if you still remember, to show me some of your songs you have written.”

This made Y/N choke on air, not expecting this in the least “What? I don’t… I never… I usually … I mean I used to play them on my guitar which I don’t have and haven’t done in years I don’t… Donnie it’s been over a decade.”

“Don’t you think the genius Donnatello can‘t get you a guitar? Besides you made me really curious now, so please? As a fellow lover of music, I haven’t taken the time to really talk or listen to music with anyone else.”

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows “You like music too? You never mentioned it.”

Donnie shrugged “You never asked. But yeah, I’ve got quite the moves, when the music comes on I gotta dance. Dancing is one of my few passions in life. So, come on!”

“Alright, alright. But just you. I also need time to warm up again. I have to see what I remember or if I have anything saved on my phone. But I’m just going to show it to you, because you won this stupid game, got it?”

He pumped the air in victory “Yes, for I am the victor! Also don’t call the game stupid if you are the one who came up with it.”

“Yeah, whatever, brainiac. Let’s go back to base before Leo sends someone to find us.”

“I’m so excited now!”

“God it’s so embarrassing though!”

“Exactly!”

“You are so mean, dude!”

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donnatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnatello x reader #reader insert #ramza writes

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functioncreep · 4 years ago

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Still Existing

oh yeah i'm still alive btw. sorry i've not posted anything for such a long time.

i've been quite busy and unwell. 2020 was pretty awful for sooooo many reasons (stuck inside, waiting for UK trans healthcare that's non existant, and being harrassed and threatened by neighbours for several months...).

mainly i've been working on my own video game to keep myself occupied. and learning the various things needed for that (coding, making music, etc.).

it's coming along very, very slowly, but i'm determined to finish it after the effort already gone into it.

it's a weird game called "Death in a Party". part 3d, part 2d point and click, part text based. it's a sort of horror game about nostalgia, set in an abandonded theme park.

i'll make another post with some more details about it. annoyingly it's still very early in development so everything is still very rough, and i don't want to share too much until it's more complete.

#The Function Creep

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stuck-in-jelly · 5 years ago

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Follow up:

Tome: How'd you know i would be here!?!?

Reigen: Cause this is the same stupid shit I'd pull, NOW GET IN THE CAR

Serizawa looking at Tome: Awww she’s just like you!

Reigen: Yeah I know, thATS THE PROBLEM

#she was fpund moments before going into a abandonded and haunted theme park #jelly tarts

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raygoodwinmajournal · 2 years ago

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301 - Epochal Territories - 7/6/2022 Shoot #5

Time is an ever-present factor in life. There isn’t enough of it, but it is infinite. But - most of the time, if not all of the time - it is always running out. Deadlines need to be met, seasons pass, days whizz by. All of a sudden, it is June and everything is looming. The deadline is approaching quickly, I have to find and move to a new house and tie up any loose ends. You say you can buy time, but it isn’t a currency.

This would mark the end of the shooting for 301, which in my opinion has been less than fruitful. Time, again, is a factor in this. Because of the deadline extension for 201, I had 8 weeks less time on 301 than I originally wanted. This meant that before I had even started 301, I was already behind. Of course this wasn’t my fault, but it meant that I had to hit the ground running.

This was the last shoot for 301, and it was a spur of the moment wander around to Stonehouse, around Union Street and ending up towards the Barbican. It was a warm early summers day, and carrying the Mamiya RB67 around my neck was like trying to march with an anchor attached to my neck. Whilst it meant I could have it ready at all times, it also meant that I had a constant weight around my neck, and the rubber strap causing a horribly sweaty rubbing sensation on the back of my neck.

The shoot started with two shots of a sports club building, which seemed to be either in disrepair or abandonded - either way it wasn’t appealing. As usual, the RB was paired with the 50mm F4.5, offering a wide angle perspective which suits the 6x7 format and my style of photography. The bottom shot works a lot better for me, as the straight on, horizontal lines seems to favour this lens, in comparison to the above, 3/4 style of composition.

The gates that open towards another football/rugby club in Devonport. There is a sign on the wall that states ‘MOD Property - Keep Out’. There has always been a reoccuring theme of military presence in my photos, which I like to keep in as a subtle nod to instilling fear and control within society.

This was an image that I wanted to be good, but I couldn’t get the angle right and ended up being partially wonky. As explained earlier, you can really see if you are a few degrees off zero’d, as the wide angle exagerates the perspective. As much as I tweaked it, I couldn’t get it to how I wanted it to look.

Another walk, another van laid to waste. It seems to be another reoccurring theme to document vans parked that seem to be tired and listless. Perhaps it’s a metaphor for working hard and burning out within modernity. Purely speculation and guessing, or just making an excuse.

I like to take care of my photographic equipment, and I tend to to all of my own servicing if and when I can. I have known for a while that the light seals on the RB need to be replaced at some point, but it had been put on the back burner. This was an incredibly sunny day, and the light was relentless. So much so, that the light managed to get through the buggered light seals and cause light leaks on some of the negatives. This can be seen on the left quarter of the frame, showing in the last 50% of the roll. After some thinking, I decided to still use some of the images, purely because of the falibility of film and also being human. I have mentioned before that we are becoming more and more robotic in 101, and I enjoy it when things don’t go as aspected and aren’t always pristine and perfect. It shows that things are completely fallible, just like us.

I really enjoyed the juxtaposition of the cobbled streets and the mid-century council flats. Sprinklings of the historic with a touch of the modern. Plymouth is covered in these sort of scenes, and always a mish mash of mid-century Brutalism, Modernism, historial and Comtemporary achitecture.

Finally, the last shot of 301. Ending with a set of garages composed horizontally and face on towards the doors. You can still see the light leak on the left side of the frame, but I feel that it blends in fairly well and nuances the image. I always think of Lewis Baltz’s work when I shoot straight on, as he mostly composed that way and always seems to be stark, imposing and somewhat unsettling. It is almost like this area is staring you right in the face.

A coda. The shooting stage of 301 has come to an end, and it has been rather disappointing. I had such grand ideas of shooting large format, travelling across the county and documenting all manner of scenes, but it didn’t end like that. Time wasn’t on my side, and working full time whilst have a few hours within the week to shoot, develop, scan and edit has been extremely difficult. At the time of writing this, I have been moving house, caught C-19 and trying to juggle the MA. It has been a rough journey trying to make sure that all bases are covered and keep operations running smoothly. I would be lying if I said I’ll be sad when it’s all over, but I am going to be glad when it is.

I didn’t shoot as much large format as I wanted, and stuck the the trusty RB67 to shoot the vast majority of this portion of the project. As much as I like large format, I simply needed more time to properly delve into the system if I wanted to results that I was looking for. I shall continue to use the system after the MA when I can take my time with it, and not be constrained to a looming deadline. I also feel that the subject matter of the work and amount has also been subpar. I am not impressed with that I have made and wish that I could’ve done better. Perhaps in time I can shoot what I want to shoot and not be worried about it having to be complete by a certain time. I suppose I’ll have to find out.

#301

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