WPC: Future


(hardly an auspicious start for this week’s photo challenge, but bear with me) anyway, yesterday was a wee celebration so The Spouse and I had a lovely lunch together in town. Afterwards, whilst she was powdering her powder or whatever it is that the mystery gender does in there, I was in a holding pattern in the stairwell where I snup this snap—

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—which before you ask, shows my very own personal future. Future, as it was then—quite unavoidable, as all futures are; and is now my past. How so?


 desirous both of going home later, and presently at the top of the stairs (and with no egress via windows or suchlike without a horrendous discussion with the hotel staff) I had no option but to boldly go where no man has hesitated before: ergo my future was to descend those stairs, and you are right now looking at it before it was actualised into yesterday’s past. So it is unarguably a snap of my future. Then. Not now, of course. Furthermore, phew …


philosophical. Or not, your call, but here below you are looking at simultaneously past, present, and future. Wow~!

The PPF and all in the one piccie—is that gratuitous, or wot?

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It calls for precise precision of a nature so exact it just doesn’t exist in science. No matter how minuscule any scientist reduces the scale there is absolutely no way (!) to measure any deviation from exactly spot-on shown by this beat up old farmyard-machinery type instrument. When stopped.

Yes, even when stopped it is correct twice a day … which makes it better than (say) a state-of-the-art atomic clock capable of 0.0000000000001 gillionths of a millisecond in every hundred million aeons (or whatever exactness they work to these days). Atoms are all well and good for everyday use but that beast above is absolutely accurate twice every day, when stopped. Okaaaaaay, enhance that: only when stopped …


Gore’s town clock shows simultaneously the time in the past, the present, and the future—none of which can be altered; all are set rigidly in their place. No?

But that’s a point that screams out for addressing. In another blog, in the future …

Here, in the now, have a nice autumnal colour—

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—which has been patiently waiting here at this confluence of time, space, and me for about fifteen billion years; waiting for me to photograph it. I actually feel quite humbled … I hope you enjoy the shot, in all eternity there’ll never be one quite like it. And that’s a lot of future …


PP & F



10 thoughts on “WPC: Future

    1. Nothing new there, other than the presentation which is superb … two favourites; the dancing flames and the crinkled water streams. Boom boom!

      1. I was pretty sure you were already acquainted with Cymatics, given your interest in the GoP.
        I’d seen similar videos years ago, but I thought the music video was very good too. 😉

      2. I saw an interesting demonstration once—the professor proudly displayed a wee aquarium filled with sand. On top of the sand was a big glass marble. We all duly admired, and wondered.

        When he had made his point by waiting long enough he flipped a switch and the sand began to vibrate … … the marble disappeared into the sand and in a few more seconds a wee toy boat popped up and bobbed about.

        The ‘solid’ sand had in effect become a liquid; and when he reflipped the switch everything stopped moving. The boat just rested atop a solid(ish) surface of sand.

        How ’bout dat~?!

    1. Beautiful! And deadly: there’s some interesting footage out there of bridges flapping themselves to death in strong winds (hit the resonant frequency and you can do some quite antisocial things).

      I read an interesting anecdote of how a guy with a deaf son was astonished one day to go into the room and there his wee boy was, on his knees, eyes clamped tight shut in raptures, firmly biting the seat of a wooden chair.
      Took him a while but he tracked it down—chair was vibrating to the music playing and for the first time ever kid could ‘hear’ via resonance, chairs, jawbones and other bits all coming together at the right time.
      I believe some form of deaf-aid came out of it …

      1. My mother is profoundly deaf, and would often tell me she could feel sound. Although I never caught her biting s chair, mind you, it wouldn’t have surprised me too much…

        Deadly yes, who was the French cheapie who turned his lab assistant’s innards to jelly, and almost destroyed the entire lab and the countryside surrounding it with his sub-sonic machine? I’ll have to look him up, I know which book he’s in…

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