Vasshu the humanoid typhoon
Unseen
Well I grew up at the sea.
Saw some old photos the other day.
And got this little idea to record this.
The coast facing west is wild and sparsely populated, only in summertime is there alot of people.
The old white lighthouses has always intrigued me, same with the old foghorns of long gone times.
Vividly remembering being a kid, standing on the beach in a thick fog, the only light was the ghostly roadposts and the lighthouse, the latter being very bright.
The sound of the horn was an eerie voice in the grey.
All other sounds where muffled and strange, a few gulls would pass by, they never got lost for some reason!
Made this little thing out of those old memories.
Just a moving part in time, no direction or much, just a moment passing by.
Saw some old photos the other day.
And got this little idea to record this.
The coast facing west is wild and sparsely populated, only in summertime is there alot of people.
The old white lighthouses has always intrigued me, same with the old foghorns of long gone times.
Vividly remembering being a kid, standing on the beach in a thick fog, the only light was the ghostly roadposts and the lighthouse, the latter being very bright.
The sound of the horn was an eerie voice in the grey.
All other sounds where muffled and strange, a few gulls would pass by, they never got lost for some reason!
Made this little thing out of those old memories.
Just a moving part in time, no direction or much, just a moment passing by.