This goes out to all the photographers in my family, the Siberian Wooden Houses project.
Irkutsk, Siberia is a city next to the deepest lake in the world, and it is home to some amazing (I assume) hand-made wooden houses. Vlad, of Vladstudio.com fame, drove around the city documenting the houses as they are falling into disrepair. If you care about any of the following, you will love the gallery he created:
- Photography
- Architecture
- Lighting
- Wood
- Siberia
- Siberian Wooden Houses galleries
I love four out of those six, so I’m absolutely enamoured.
A few rablming thoughts, prepared hastily:
I really love music. There’s something about the tone and emotion of a song that can really affect your reality. Music, to me, is more than just what you hear; you have to agree with what the artist is doing in order to enjoy it.
Put another way, when I’m in a really bad mood driving in rush hour, the last thing I want to listen to is classical music; it’s too calm. I don’t feel calm and can’t agree with what I’m listening to, so I subconsciously reject it. In a strange way, I find that listening to angry music calms me down, or at least I don’t hate the music and the situation. When I am upset and listen to harsh music, like hard rock or mathematica, I find myself able to concentrate more on the music and less on what’s pissing me off.
Typically I need my music to help me concentrate or work, so I’m looking for music that fits that part of my life. So far, I don’t know if there’s anything better than Explosions In The Sky, specifically the album “The Earth Is Not A Cold, Dead Place,” but the search continues. It’s a search that is its own reward.