Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime

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The silhouette of a village at nighttime. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.

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Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

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    1. Haha, ghoulish you say? Well, it might be, but it’s a perfectly normal view here! Though I do admit to making the sky look bloodier and the outlines of the village a bit darker… 😉

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    1. Thanks a lot, your comment is very encouraging 🙂 It’s funny, this is probably the single photo taken at nighttime that I got, so I was left with little choice for this really challenging challenge!

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    1. Are you scared? 😉 Well, now that I’ve described my village in that post a few days ago, you have another proof here that it’s a bit weird and possibly scary place. Just joking 😀

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      1. Haha, No no actually I would like to visit it now ! I like spooky places… (as long as I’m not alone 😀 )
        The place looks perfect for a Halloween trick n treat ! 😀

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        1. Yep, here’s a perfect Halloween! Except few people celebrate this holiday here, it’s not really a thing in Eastern Europe. But still, there are some carved pumpkins and other scary prompts around Halloween 🙂 It’s obviously very different from your part of the world, which in turn I’m fascinated with now!

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          1. Oh we don’t have Halloween here. In some places youngsters do it just for fun but it’s not celebrated at all. Half of the people probably don’t even know about it ! lol

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          2. I see… Well, we’ve been probably faster in assimilating American traditions here. Nothing to envy us though, it’s just another commercial festivity and it has lost its original meaning here.

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        1. Cats are basically the only reason for me to go outdoors at any time. Shooting night sky is not a reason enough. Just today I shot about three hundreds photos of my cats though 🙂 I kept only a dozen good ones or so.

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          1. Yep, it’s true that my tabby cat Ella, the friendly and affectionate one, was putting herself to sleep and I kept on clicking with my camera right at her head. She meowed at me quite threateningly and tried to push the lens away 😮

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  1. Majestic image…very hauntingly beautiful in silhouette, and I just love the blurred bramble in the foreground, adds such depth and feeling to the photo. Stunning shot, indeed.

    This scene reminds me of the way I vividly imagined a village being described in an Emile Zola, novel once.

    Smiling cheers,

    Autumn Jade

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    1. Oh no, you discovered my awful night time photo that I’m still sorry for having posted… It’s the village where I live, actually, and from what I’ve read by Zola, the village is as decayed and corrupt as Zola suggests. More than that, maybe. Cheers!

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      1. Really?! That makes it even MORE enticing! And no shame in this photo. It is magical, truly. I love the atmosphere, the mood…the colour. I know how it is to spring up from a perhaps less than enchanting place. The town I come from, or rather, lived on the outskirts of, was also something Zola would write about with a slight amount of nose-holding disdain. It is actually the town that is dubbed armpit and pot-hole capital of the US. Is that not grand?! 😉 Cheers,

        Autumn Jade

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        1. Hm, I tried googling “armpit and pothole capital of the US” and not surprisingly, I found nothing 😦 You’re more and more mysterious! Considering my limited knowledge of the US, though, I would learn nothing even if you mentioned the name of your hometown. Re potholes, you might like this one: http://www.boredpanda.com/photo-shooting-on-road-pits/. Also, thank you for liking a photo I hate, it’s strangely rewarding… And finally, I’d like to take an official distance from the village where I currently reside. I might live here, but this is NOT my home. Amen. In my definition, I’m a homeless person, the first-world-problem kind of homelessness.

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          1. “I’m a homeless person, the first-world-problem kind of homelessness” Now there is a quote! And one I related to most keenly for so many years. I am now wondering very much about the village you inhabit. I would love to know more.

            Hahaha very entertaining link! Now, if you just type in “pothole capital of America” Chicago should appear- I lived in a town just outside of Chicago, with deep, car-swallowing, tire-shredding, razor-edged canyons cratered into the bitten and charred hamburger roads. It also makes it on myriads of charming little lists ranking the worst cities of America. 😉 It is often near the top. A couple years ago, it was ranked #3. Chicago usually follows. Precious eh? 😀

            Now I am a transplant.

            P.S.

            I love your own “About” page, blog, and your whole online set-up, and I REALLY love your gravatar. Gorgeous and creative.

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          2. I love it that you love my “set-up”, as you nicely put it, which, of course, wasn’t the core of your comment, but I promoted it to that. Anyway. I’ve already revealed my creepy love for your “set-up” elsewhere, and I might or might have not stared long at your Gravat the other day, trying to decide if it’s a model or you. Anyway again.

            Since you encouraged me to shameless promotion (yes, you did that!), here are two oldies about the village where I’m currently exiled:

            https://maraeastern.com/2014/07/24/the-weird-village-where-i-live-my-first-day/

            https://maraeastern.com/2014/09/21/the-weird-village-where-i-live-local-colour/

            Other than that, there’s hardly anything that could be said about the place. It’s depressive and makes one feel like being buried alive here. And yes, I know I’d better be glad I have somewhere to alive, unlike kids in Africa and the like.

            So, you Chicago-born transplant, you ought to be proud to come from Chicago! What possessed you to think that’s it’s wrong to come from there? Here are some reasons why I love Chicago:

            1. The Chicago Manual of Style. I use it practically everyday and it’s the best style for editors on the market. As its name suggests, it originated at the University of Chicago.

            2. Carl Sandburg’s poetry. I’m not much of a poetry consumer but his lines are memorable. His poem called “Chicago” captures the atmosphere beautifully, it seems.

            3. Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. Why, yes, I do indulge in naturalism and leftist writing. Sinclair is my American Zola.

            *steps off soapbox* Sorry for getting so excited.

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          3. SUPERB comment!

            “It’s depressive and makes one feel like being buried alive here.” I am sorry to read it and can relate. I know the feeling. Where I grew up could be described in precisely that way. Over time I turned into a mere shadow of frigid silence and nothing more. A sliver of winter shadow.

            The town I lived in was outside of Chicago. A town with a suicide bridge overlooking the dark turbid river that names the town. It’s trying to re-brand itself as “Chicagoland.” No one is fooled.

            It is a place where young people grow old very quickly, and death becomes a reprieve.

            I was joking with a fellow ex-Illinoisian (from roughly the same place) that I accidentally bonked into the other day, at an art event, and she and I were chortling and checkling away about our escape.

            “Are you goin’ back?” she asked.

            “Never!” I boomed.

            Then we tore down her art tent with our raucous laughter. People skittled away in timid terror. Her artist husband was aggrieved as his paintings toppled all over him.

            She has traveled all over the world. She was especially impressed with the immense power she felt visiting the Mayan ruins.

            I just realized I was lapsing into a rambling side-note.

            Anyhow, you have my grave sympathy.

            I love your Chicago references. ESPECIALLY Sandburg. Always loved his poetry. I also love the “Chicago Bean” though I’ve never seen it. Museums there are fabulous as well. There is a body museum I have always wanted to see. Chicago is endless fun to visit.

            Smiling cheers!

            Autumn Jade

            P.S. I got Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle” not that long ago and am looking forward to reading it, har har! Right now I am reading a different Sinclair- Sinclair Lewis. 😀

            Another P.S.

            Yes, the Chicago Manual of Style is superb!!

            A final P.S.

            I am sorry you stared at my frowzy Gravatar in confusion for so long. I am NO Andy Warhol and have no concept of branding one’s self and creating the ideal “image.” This is why my blog is in shambles. I cannot even come up with a proper “productions” name for my videos. Smiling Toad Productions can’t be used…some beastly bozo pilfered it for his wedding videography business. Who wants their wedding done by a smiling toad??!! And the logo is of a smiling FROG. HUMPH. I’m REALLY rambling now. Well, I’ll leave you with all this raving drivel to sift through. Ta ta!

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          4. Remember when I told you I liked your comments third-most, after ScotLit and cats? Well, now I think you may be shifting upwards to share the second place with the cats 🙂 I love the art gallery destruction story. I’m seriously thinking of turning your comments into a post, a mock interview with you or something. I’ll see when I get some more free time. Also, I think free time a swear word. Anyway. Happy reading of The Jungle, and try not to laugh too hard at its utopian socialist ending!

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          5. Very creative and fun idea. I am still whirling at this compliment. HAR HAR and what would be the purpose of such an interview? I am notable for a giant zilch!

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            There is no way in the world my dribbling, driveling comments could EVER compete with CATS! They are, by far, superior. You must have been in a wee bit of a batty mood, or had too much plum brandy when you wrote this kind, but askew comment! NOW go apologize profusely to your slighted felines!

            Another P.S.

            I quite concur, “freetime” is an awful swearword. And thank you for the happy readings. A utopian socialist ending sounds JUST the sort of ending I need. Superb.

            Autumn Jade

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          6. What’s the purpose of an interview? Well, I guess demonstrating the intelligence of the interviewer and outsmart the interviewee. I might get it all wrong though.

            What? You’re a fellow neo-marxist? What the heck, I thought Terry Eagleton and I were the only two specimen left in the world…

            Now will you excuse me, I’m going off to kneel in the snow outdoors as penance and apologise profusely for my cats for even thinking that there might be something better than them. What a blasphemy.

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