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Pictures. Storm clouds on the MTB trail.

Was out yesterday afternoon riding my mountain bike – usual itinerary which is about 20 kilometres of highway followed by 30 of dirt track. Pretty good ride and happy to say that each time I do it I’m walking less of the steep uphills.  Stopping at Bruce’s Cafe in Woodford for a coffee, Bruce is a MTB freak himself, before taking on the dirt part of the ride, I noticed the western horizon had turned  near Prussian blue but the oncoming storm appeared to be moving slowly so thought I could outrun it down to Glenbrook and that if not, it would swing around the top of the mountains and follow the deep valley south of the ridge along which stretches the ‘Oaks’ fire trail.

MTB at Bruce's Cafe on the Great Western Highway, Woodford. new South Wales, Australia.

Bruce’s Cafe in Woodford – if you looked the other way the sky was turning Prussian Blue.

For the first few kilometres of trail the storm was hot on my heels but as I climbed higher it appeared to dissipate indicating that it had gone for the valley route rather than climb above the ridge from where I got a few pictures with the point and shoot I always have in my backpack.

Storm clouds over The Oaks fire trail, Blue Mountains, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Storm clouds over The Oaks fire trail, Blue Mountains, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Storm clouds over The Oaks fire trail, Blue Mountains, New South Wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

 

Neutered gays.

Result of the gay marriage plebiscite will be known tomorrow. Sad thing is I can’t think of any guy I’d want to marry and that I know for sure to be alive. Anyway, all this social engineering bullshit distracts from what we should be most worried about and that is of course avoiding the sixth great extinction, if that is still possible.

A few recent pictures including one below I took at the ‘yes’ march in Sydney. If you read the Paglia interview you may remember how – back in 1995 – she described the mainstream, gay activist “ACT UP” style, “When I look around and I see the kind of ACT UP style, with the short shorts and the combat boots and a kind of skinhead look, I think, first of all, how childish, and secondly, how desexualized, no matter what people say, how utterly neutered.” Well, nothing appears to have ‘changed’ much in over twenty years. Reading Paglia’s comments I remembered a picture I took at the ‘vote yes’ march parade in September. See below…

Photograph of adult male dressed in cut-off jeans shorts, tShirt and boots at gay marriage protest march in September in Sydney.

So what’s different from Paglia’s description of twenty years ago?

OK, not a great comparison but let’s compare the above to Caravaggio’s ‘Amor’ painted circa 1600 (below) and which Robert Hughes described in his “Shock of the New” art documentary as “the victory of sex over culture”. I don’t agree with Hughes but it has to be said he was Australian and the product of a sex-adverse Australian culture particularly at the time when he made that documentary. Sex is front and centre of course in Caravagggio’s painting but the painter would have acknowledged his painting of Amor is in agreement with Mann’s “Death in Venice”. The beautiful Tadzio (below Amor) is Amor and Aschenbach, like Caravaggio, is the artist who bows before divine beauty as made visible to us by the gods in the form of the boy beautiful. This was gay culture at its highest and how it existed up until I’d say the immediate post-Stonewall period when and as the ‘yes’ march photograph clearly shows it became a sad, childish and neutered parody of what it had been.

Caravaggio's 'Amor Victorious" circa 1600

Love’s victory over all other human achievements.

The beautiful boy 'Tadzio'. Still from Visconti's film adaptation of Mann's novel 'Death in Venice'.

‘Tadzio’ the boy beautiful as represented in Visconti’s screen adaptation of Thomas Mann’s novel “Death in Venice”.

And a few recent pictures of mine and such as they are…

Man with baby daughter.

A friend with his baby daughter.

Black and white night photograph of back of buildings and graffiti in Katoomba, New South wales, Australia. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Many of these pictures are taken with a small point-and-shoot whilst out walking to the shops in Katoomba.

Night black and white picture of light cast on wall and that gives the impression of church windows.

Felt a bit mystical. lol

Thoughts on life poems by Charles Bukowski and a picture.

A few posts ago I suggested not giving a rat’s arse when setting out to create a book, painting or whatever. Do it because you want to do it and to hell with what anyone thinks. They are a bunch of wanna-Be’s and gutless losers anyway.

Roll the Dice

If you are going to try

Go all the way

otherwise, don’t even start

If you are going to try, go all the way

This could mean

Losing girlfriends

wives, relatives, jobs

And maybe your mind

Go all the way

It could mean not eating for three or four days

It could mean freezing on a park bench

It could mean jail

It could mean derision

Mockery

Isolation

Isolation is the gift

All the others are a test of your endurance

Of how much you really want to do it

And you’ll do it

Despite rejection and the worst odds

and it will be better than anything else you can imagine

If you are going to try

Go all the way

there is no other feeling like that

You will be alone with the gods

And the nights will flame with fire

do it

do it

do it

do it

All the way

All the way

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter

It’s the only good fight there is

 

Think I’ve experienced just about all that already and believe me Nobel Prize for plasticine modeling or not, you survive to laugh last – LOL –  and another one I liked, Bukowski on ‘LIFE’…

 

Your Life is your Life.

Don’t let it be

clubbed into dank submission

Be on the watch

There are ways out

There is a light somewhere

It may not be much light but

It beats the darkness

Be on the watch

The gods will offer you chances

Know them

Take them

You can’t beat death

But you can beat death in life

Sometimes

and the more often you learn to do it

The more light there will be

Your Life is Your Life

Know it while you have it

You are marvelous

The gods wait to delight

In You.

Never give up on yourself peoples. Blessings and below is a picture I took the other day.

Black and white photograph of a wall with the words "Mute People" and shadow of anonymous person.

Mute People.

More MTB and a picture.

Out again riding my mountain bike – down the highway and then the dirt highway to near the bottom of the ‘mountains’. Inverted commas because they were much, much higher a few hundred million years ago and before that? A flood plain and before that the sea bed.A friend found a rock with smooth, regular corrugations whilst bush walking in the area and that a geologist would know was at the bottom of the sea a few billion years ago. Australia is a very old continent. Anyway, cranking along through an ancient landscape whilst thinking philosophical things and remembering past loves is a great way to spend an afternoon.
Not much improvement in performance other than I was less wasted than last time by the time I got to the end of the track. Could have something to do with the extra water I took this time and which I remembered to mix with the green stuff that is supposed to replace the stuff you loose through sweating. Must actually work.

Mountain bikke minus the backwheel abandoned by the side of the Oaks trail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

Someone kindly left an emergency bike but some bastard has already taken the back wheel.

The Oaks track with sign that says you have another twenty kilometres to go before getting to the happy township of Glenbrook.

Twenty kilometres of track to go and give way to walkers? LOL

The Oaks MTB track and iron wheel near swallowed by tree.

Why would someone fix an iron wheel to a tree? Maybe it marks the spot where there be gold? Who knows.

Mountain bike near the top of the Oaks trail west of Sydney.

I’ll told there are Aboriginal rock carvings somewhere on these flat rocks but never found them.

End of The Oaks trail at Glenbrook creek.

End of the ‘Oaks’ trail at Glenbrook creek. If it rains a lot you could find it’s too high to cross and you would then have to ride back up to Woodford. Not recommended for anyone other than those known to be long term health and fitness freaks.

Heat discoulored front disc of mountain bike.

Discouloration of the bike’s disc brakes. Must have got near red hot on the final downhills. Good brakes are important…

Steep road to Glenbrook station.

Think it’s over when you get to the creek? Steep, long and zig zagging climb up the cliff to Glenbrook station. Granny gear stuff for the fit but a long hard walk pushing the bike for most normal people. It gets worse around the bend at the top of the picture.

OK pretty boring post I know. Best is you jump on a bike and get out there yourself. Anyway – took the picture below walking to the shops earlier this evening. With some post work as in really going to town on its poor pixels, I think it turned out pretty well.

Black and white photograph of the shadow of a man at night on the wall of a modest habitation.

Called it ‘Outcast Man’.

Blessings to all.

 

 

An ungovernable world, a bike ride and a few pictures.

Been reading up on the climate change latest and “Go party like there’s no tomorrow”, would be considered advise for today’s young people. Basically the young of today have two choices, party and wait for death and disaster or find a way to scrub copious amounts of CO2 from the atmosphere and not forgetting they will also have to find a way to pay for the scrubbing the cost of which is estimated to be in the hundreds of trillions of dollars.

Not good news and the trouble with all these predictions is that they are made by scientists. People who are fenced into their area of expertise which do not necessarily include big picture views of the implications of their predictions. They are most often told to butt out of questions related to policy. An exception to this rule is professor James Hansen who is vocal on policy but unfortunately most of what he says falls on the death ears of politicians despite his well-founded warnings of economic collapse and the world becoming ungovernable. I would recommend everyone, especially if under middle-aged, read his papers, watch his videos and get angry.

Hansen’s website.

Other than imagining battles for survival, life in a cave and a world-wide shortage of sun lotion, I’ve not done much recently, brain not clicking into gear for some reason, and so went the other day for a mountain bike ride. Katoomba down to Woodford which is about twenty kilometres on the highway and then thirty kilometres off-road on “The Oaks” fire trail to Glenbrook. Not bad for someone whose license was canceled last month on the grounds of allegedly being too ill to drive a motorcar. No one worry though – I’m not dying yet – just doctors who misdiagnose, prescribe the wrong medication which did make me feel seriously ill and then are incapable of admitting they made a mistake when I recovered as a result of taking control of my own health. In any case I’m seriously thinking of cutting up my license so I can look my grandkids in the eye and say I did all I could to save them from starvation and world war three.

My mountain bike by the side of The Oaks firetrail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

‘The Oaks’ fire trail – near thirty kilometres of sand, rocks and some awesome downhills. I’ve hit 68 kilometres per hour on this trail. Not bad for an old fella! LOL

Not doing as much as I’d like but have been taking pictures and experimenting with ways to get the effects I want – pretty dark I admit but that probably is just a reflection of my mental state. Below are two that are proving to be popular on photography websites.

Black and white photograph of graffiti and baby pram in back alley in Katoomba, New South wales, Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of paste up stuck on door in a back alley in Katoomba, New South Wales, Australia.

Blessings to all.

A few tech difficulties and few pictures.

Some may have noticed this blog went offline a few times recently, you probably got a ‘server not found’ error but happy to say the host’s wonderful tech people appear to have fixed whatever the issues were. Nevertheless a few posts disappeared into cyberspace which is not a big deal – I’m sure I’ll remember what they were about and will repost. In the meantime below are a few recent pictures and which are also doing OK on my reactivated 500px account. I mentioned that I think on one of the missing posts.

Black and white photograph and composite of glass door, young male and energy drink bottle. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of peeling paste up of guru character on concrete wall with cast shadow of rubbis bin and person standing nearby. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of mannequins in discount store window with downmarket men's fashion shirts and sunglasses. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Thoughts forgotten and criminal and a few pictures.

Pretty sure I had quiet a few thoughts to share on a range of subjects but as is often the case, by the time you are sitting in front of the computer and looking at a flashing cursor the mind has gone blank. What was that thing that got me all fired up on the train back up the mountains the other day? Can’t remember but thinking about whatever it could have been you realise that it was probably just one symptom of a bigger illness. A bit like five hurricanes in a row in the Caribbean is either bad luck or just another indication that climate change is accelerating which itself is just a symptom of the disease that is civilisation based on consumption. Consumption produces two things, one being heat and the other toxic waste and so the ‘virus’ in need of eradication is human want. No-one will resolve climate change without resolving the insatiable appetite of some for consumer goods. The marketing people have long identified who ‘some’ is – just check out television ads and social media marketing.

OK – so we are all fucked because that particular sub-species will always put self ahead of everything and anyone else and will consider it a simple matter of rights and entitlement to put future generation’s right to a livable planet behind their immediate and irrational want for the latest article of clothing, smart-phone or motorcar. There are scientists who give us a decade at most but that is something I need to research a bit before daring to believe it could in fact be true.

Another thing that grabbed me today was an article about a guy who up until the time of his arrest some months ago was a prominent television journalist. He got himself entrapped by online vigilantes and wound up as the poster boy for pure evil on all the competition’s print and broadcast media. As it turned out he had a dirty conversation with online vigilantes and is facing a maximum sentence of up to fifteen years for the crime of talking stupid. He reportedly pleaded ‘guilty’ to this charge with his lawyer seeking a reduced sentence because no dirty pictures of under-age persons were exchanged and no child was actually interfered with in any manner whatsoever. Throwing out all the bullshit – his crime in fact amounts to having had a dirty thought. Wow – who hasn’t?

The stupid thing with this is that liking young males is average amongst older males, it’s according to research into the role aesthetics played in evolution a major reason that amongst primates the human branch was most successful. Contrary to our hairy cousins human adult males do not reject or even kill young males as potential sexual rivals but rather welcome and mentor them into successful adulthood. For that to happen there has to be a force of attraction between older and younger males that overrides the need for other-sex copulation in the older male. Fact lost on some who, let’s surmise, indeed see pretty boys as the greatest threat to their evil plans for world domination and therefore would push for ever tougher penalties on anyone who even mouths out the thought that a young guy is more fun to be with than a floppy bag of resentment.

Other than trying to remember what crosses my mind when I want to get it down in ones and zeros on the hard drive my 500px, which I closed about this time last year, was re-activated without my consent. Never put anything on automatic payments I suppose is the lesson there. I had the same problem with the newspaper ‘Le Monde’ who don’t tell you when you accept the offer of a three-month trial at 1 euro a month that having your bank details they will at the end of the 3 months take the full amount of the subscription and the only way to cancel it is to send them a suitably filled-in form and by registered snail mail to their Paris office. It borders on scam but I know, I know – print news media is in trouble and big problems require bold solutions.

So having another year of ‘awesome’ subscription to the 500px photography website I decided I may as well use it as a way of getting feedback on pictures and below are a few that are doing well.

Concrete footpath with penis scaped into cement with superimposed flowers. Photograph and montage by Paul Nyssen.

“Cities are awash with desire”.

Door and window of rundown habitation with sticker that reads 'please do not knock - no salesmen'. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Picture of murdered teenager Jason Swift.

Picture I made in remembrance of teenager Jason Swift, murdered in London in 1985.

Peace and blessings to all.