This week picked up where last week left off with more time in the woods with my camera.
As I type this Friday morning, while waiting for the sun to come up, I sit on 16.92 miles of a planned 25 for the week in my feet. I also threw in a short Photo Creep around Meridian Park yesterday before my hike to get back to shooting wildlife and critters, but as of a few weeks ago, I decided that Photo Creeps and treadmill walks do not count toward overall mileage; the creeps are too slow and short, and the treadmill is the treadmill and decidedly lame.
Predictably, I am starting to feel the first signs of my body telling me that hiking 43 out of the past 46 days is not wise for aging muscles and tendons. And while I will have to be careful and take care of some nagging pains, I think part of the fun for me is punishing myself for recent years of slack and a lifetime of underachieving and self-loathing. Sort of like the years spent doing endurance cycling races despite an obvious lack of talent for the sport. Like someone once said, “fun hurts.”
Time to get in the woods.
Later.
SOILED SOUNDS TRACK OF THE POST:
Moaning’s self-titled debut album came out in 2014 and was a stunning mix of post-punk and hook-filled shoegaze-influenced indie, and their 2020 release Uneasy Laughter continued on with that sound, all the while sounding tighter and more mature.
Uneasy Laughter is another one of those records like the previously discussed Rozwell Kid/Sleeping Bag collab that was released at the start of the pandemic, and I listened to repeatedly as I tried to forget about real life while vibing on the back porch with beers and a Bluetooth speaker.
Today’s track is one of my favorite Moaning songs, Ego. This song oozes post-punk and combines hints of New Order-ish bass lines, Cure-like synth, and Ian Curtis-like brooding to make me giddy in the stomach like a late-teenage me with a fresh copy of Nowhere in my Chevy Cavalier’s broken tape deck.
It’s been a couple years; I sure hope they release another album soon. I’m always in need of fresh indie to fill my ear holes and help me forget who I am, what I am, what I’m not, and modern life. Or just to make vibing on the deck (0r in front of the fire place) better.