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Read: Extremophile by Ian Green ★★★ 📚

A note on Scrim’s eyes. He is proud of the eyes. (I’m proud of the eyes, baby, he is heard to say often.) Eye tattoos across the sclera with polarised something in them, micro-LED implants, he thinks, and his eyes shine and glow like the devil himself, if the devil himself followed a very western European late nineteenth-century vibe (which for Scrim he certainly does, baby).

Punks, biohackers, climate-collapse & eco-terrorism. London after societal collapse. A super villain, a mole person, breathless thrills & violence with a little nature writing thrown in. A bit too sweary & headlong for me.

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3x3 grid of images, photos with a map in the centre. From topleft: The moon setting behind some trees, a sun lit orad, a sunling path trough bracken, a winter tree with the rising sun behind, the map, a raven wings outspread agaist a blue sky, an oak tree, a ranve perched on a rock, a buzzard in a hawthorn tree.

I arrived at the Kilpatrick hills car park at dawn this morning. It was already pretty full. Frosty with a clear sky. The full moon going down. More folk than usual on the tracks and paths. Saw a few redwing feeding on hawthorn along with blackies & thrushes.
Beautiful warm light to start, long shadows.
The frozen ground was much nicer than the usual bog between Loch Humphrey and Duncolm.
On Duncolm a raven circled diving & twisting with quiet croaks. Seemed unfazed by me and came quite close, shining in the sun. Saw a few more on the way back. A little egret in the horse field. I wonder if they come to the field when the tide is high. I saw this one at 12:30 and high tide at Old Kilpatrick was at 12:40 today. I’ll try and keep a note.
Nice view of a buzzard in a hawthorn near the road and a flock of fieldfares on the field and hawthorn.

Photos on flickr & on the

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I have sometimes become so infatuated by a goal that I can visualize myself doing unbelievable things. I learned about men who had powered cars on water, and met some very interesting garage mechanics and backroom scientists who shared both the dream and a lack of knowledge of physics. I thought these folks were brilliant, and backed them all the way. That was not to be.
Maybe they are brilliant, but they weren’t in their work with me.

Neil Young Waging Heavy Peace

I’ve started reading this. Laughing out loud more than I expected.

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montage of 665 photos from flickr

As usual I’ve made a pummelvision style video:

The featured image is a montage of the same photos and here is an average:

An abstract gradient of green and blue tones with vertical bands.

Because I’ve now got a local database of my flickr photos it was easy to get all my tags of the year and make a wordcloud.

A word cloud with words like "fauna," "butterfly," and "kilpatrickbraes" in green on a black background.

And a slitscan (or a sort, given these are separate still images):

Abstract vertical striped pattern in green, brown, blue, and other colors