Sitting in the cold, swaying. Watching the stars dim and pink slowly blink on wave tops, growing to orange as the land washes lazily against a semi-static sea. The boats glide in smelling of salt and fish. Dangerous unloading, hard work and exhaustion hover within reach of a hearty home.

Sitting in the cold, swaying. Watching the stars dim and pink slowly blink on wave tops, growing to orange as the land washes lazily against a semi-static sea. The boats glide in smelling of salt and fish. Dangerous unloading, hard work and exhaustion hover within reach of a hearty home.

The Harbour Wall, at Dawn

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/">strangetextures.com</a>.

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Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal. I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week. Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes. It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background. Check out other things I do at strangetextures.com.

Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.
I have difficulty sometimes with words, so I wanted to keep a journal that wouldn’t involve them. Instead I try to communicate by improvising a piece of music every week.
Some call it ambient and post-rock. It has things in common with those, and others. Abstract and impressionist, it changes.
It’s me, recorded most often in a moment and not repeated, it contains all the happy accidents* that occur with this sort of thing. It often has a soothing effect and is meant to be listened to, but can work in the background.
Check out other things I do at <a href="https://strangetextures.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">strangetextures.com</a>.

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