And A Lava Too Hot To Put Out

volcanoFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Mount Etna is still spewing lava during an eruption on the southern Italian island of Sicily. Mount Etna is Europe’s tallest and most active volcano. Photograph: Antonio Parrinello/Reuters

Once upon a time, back in San Francisco, my family came to visit and we ended up in this terrible theme restaurant because it was close/no-one could agree where to eat/I have no idea. One of the things about this restaurant was that people could order a dessert called the Volcano, and when it came out of the kitchen – the door to which, we were sat right next to – the server would shout “VOLLLLLLL-CAAAAAAYYYYYYYY-NOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!” at the top of their voice to announce it.

After you hear that yell for, what, twenty times or so in an hour, it sticks in your brain. So, when I think of volcanoes now, I tend to think of them as VOLLLLLLLL-CAAAAAAYYYYYYY-NOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHs.

And then I look at this picture, and remember how beautiful they can be, sometimes.

We All Watch Them We All Watch Them We All Watch Them

Fire in central Bermeo, northern SpainFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

A woman looks out of her window as fireman inspect the debris after a fire in central Bermeo, northern Spain. The fire broke early this morning affecting six buildings, causing the collapse of two of them and damaging part of the City Council. Dozens of neighbors had to be evacuated due to the fire that started due to unknown causes that are being investigated. Three firemen and a police agent got slightly injured during the extinction works. EPA/MIGUEL TONA Photograph: Miguel Tona/EPA

The level of damage here just looks horrific. I have no idea why, what it is about this picture in particular, but looking at it I found myself wondering about the smell of this disaster, and the way it would make just breathing a particularly difficult experience.

Tramp The Dirt, etc.

ironladyFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

A pedestrian walks past graffiti that reads ‘Iron Lady? Rust in Peace’ in west Belfast, Northern Ireland, following Margaret Thatcher’s death. Parliament has been recalled today to honour Thatcher’s memory, a decision that is causing many divisions. Photograph: Peter Muhly/AFP/Getty Images

Do you see what they’ve done? They’ve turned “rest” into “rust” because she was the iron la- Oh, you got it already.

I find myself torn by the celebrations surrounding Thatcher’s death. On the one hand, I grew up in Thatcher’s Britain and understand the sense of… relief that such a horrible force in the world is gone, but on the other, isn’t there something kind of tasteless about organizing parties about the death of a nearly-90 year old woman who hasn’t had any real power for more than two decades…?

Some Kind of Soul

spaceFrom the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

Here’s a beautiful image from Nasa released today. Now here’s the science: it shows the tip of the ‘wing’ of the Small Magellanic Cloud galaxy in this new view from Nasa’s Great Observatories. The SMC is a small galaxy about 200,000 light years away that orbits our own Milky Way spiral galaxy. The spiral galaxy seen in the lower corner is actually behind this nebula. The colours represent wavelengths of light across a broad spectrum. Other distant galaxies located hundreds of millions of light years or more away can be seen sprinkled around the edge of the image.The SMC is one of the Milky Way’s closest galactic neighbours. Photograph: NASA/AFP/Getty Images

It’s nice to remember that we exist as small specks in the middle of this kind of thing every now and again, isn’t it? “All we are/Are stars…”

 

BOOM

Live fire drill, Kampong Speu province, west of Phnom Penh, Cambodia - 02 Apr 2013From the Guardian’s Photo Blog:

A 130mm artillery round is fired during a live fire drill at a military base in Kampong Speu province, about 40 miles west of Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Photograph: Xinhua/Sipa USA/Rex Features

Yesterday, I started off the day with the attitude “It’s a new month! Okay! I’m going to kick April’s ass!” purely because, well, for whatever reason, March kicked my ass and good. By the end of the day, though, I felt mired in the sludge of my brain, entirely unenthusiastic on what I was working on and frustrated by a million things that I had no name for. So, today, I’m using this particular image as a visual key: April. I am coming for you.