drought

self portrait in repose

snake 3

film

candle flame

remains 2

(original photo Nicole Poirier-Douglas)

bird 10

(original photo Richard Downey)

remains

(original photo Cassandra Seely)

new track up... this one for the latest Disquiet Junto competition... https://soundcloud.com/would-be-messiahs/lenticular-faults-strike-slip

new remix up... nettle - l'avion (would-be messiahs' 'Dixmude sur Cuers' mix)

event horizon

alien antibodies invading the system

they mined an ancient quarry for unnamed foundation stones

dead end

feathers 4

we see the fish below the ice sometimes...

vertigo

land's end

to play God

to play God, to remember, to raise the dead,

for veneration, for intervention,

to have and to hold or just to atone

for raising the dead to wake the dead

dead to the world, deaf to the word

of the dead who trust us

to raise a voice, to raise hell,

to raise the dead with the voice of God,

of God, of all Gods, of every God

living and dead, those who’s coming

was foretold or those who shared nothing

but foreboding, foretelling the future,

forestalling the past. last led

to the mast lashed bare, baring a soul

to raise all souls, to raise hell,

to be mindful of those left floundering alone

on the shoals, to carry the weight

that waiting can bring singing

the ends we’ve been dreaming,

to dream of the dead in a voice

the voice of a God found wanting

in the breath within hearing.

sea fowl

bird 6

squirrel 2

lost in a digital forest

unrequited love

implosion

mouse 1

a new collaboration... (original photo by Nicole Poirier)

invasive species

bird 5

only by looking away that one could spy the Baby Nebula

it was only captured on a single frame

have just had a track selected for inclusion on the latest Explorers of the Darkest Depths compilation (vol. 7). http://eotdd.blogspot.com/ Track 11: would-be messiahs - for horse and space. oh yeah, I'm jazzed!

head shot

space was constructed beneath the weight

vanishing point

wish you were here

decomposed

(original image by Adam Wells)

backdraft study

it crept across the night sky unseen by most

a scar on the fabric of space

dead in jp

snake

drains to Boston Harbor 100

drains to Boston Harbor 98

drains to Boston Harbor 96

drains to Boston Harbor 95

an ancient language long thought dead

usa sloan

royal

drains to Boston Harbor 93

drains to Boston Harbor 92

not to have left what I’m looking for now

my sounds, down here, defiant, incidental, thicker than wind, ghosts disowned, groaning. The sounds haunt familiar old ground leaving little to reveal below the sightline's resonance.