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Photography and Life Philosphy by Ken Marten

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God is Here

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The Whole Armour of God

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Non-Spotify Halloween Mix

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Halloween 2025

Lou Reed - The Raven

Chromatics - House of Dolls

Marc Bolan - The Wizard (unused stereo mix)

Art d’Ecco - Dark Days (Revisited)

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Satan Said Dance

Eartha Kitt - I Want to be Evil

Detroit Grand Pubahs - Offbeat Killer

Frankie Sunswept - Children of the Night

Run-D.M.C. - Ghostbusters (Dub Buster)

Deki Alem - Shadowman

Hot 8 Brass Band - Ghost Town

Son of Dave - Voodo Doll

Gorillaz - Ghost Train

Heaven 17 - Being Boiled

Death Wave - Death Beat

Kate Bush - Hammer Horror

Vaal - Nosferatu II

Holger Czukay - Witches Multiplication Table

Clinic - Mister Moonlight

Eyes of Others - I See You in the Shrubs

The Quilz - Little Red Riding Hood

Sam Quealy - Blood RIP

Headman - New Zombie (The Swiss Fresh FM Mix)

Francisco - Disco Wizard (Space Mix)

Zenana - Witches 85’ (Bedmo Disco’s Spell of Love)

The Bollock Brothers - Drac’s Back

Suicide - Ghost Rider 2019 remaster

Parquet Courts - Black Widow Spider

Blondie, Craig Leon - Rip Her to Shreds

Teleman - Skeleton Dance

Findlay - Strange One

Nick Cave - Spell

Bloc Party - Skeleton

Bonnie Dobson - Winter’s Going

Timbre Timbre - I am Coming to Paris (to Kill You)

The Smiths - Suffer Little Children

Marianne Faithfull - Witches’ Song

Emiliana Torrini - Blood Red

Flying Fingers - Vampire (Piano Version)

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Non-Spotify Halloween Mix 2025

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Music for a moonlit cemetery Set crossfade to 9 seconds in settings for a continuous mix.

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Non-Spotify Halloween Mix

No account needed to listen!

Halloween 2025

Lou Reed - The Raven

Chromatics - House of Dolls

Marc Bolan - The Wizard (unused stereo mix)

Art d’Ecco - Dark Days (Revisited)

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Satan Said Dance

Eartha Kitt - I Want to be Evil

Detroit Grand Pubahs - Offbeat Killer

Frankie Sunswept - Children of the Night

Run-D.M.C. - Ghostbusters (Dub Buster)

Deki Alem - Shadowman

Hot 8 Brass Band - Ghost Town

Son of Dave - Voodo Doll

Gorillaz - Ghost Train

Heaven 17 - Being Boiled

Death Wave - Death Beat

Kate Bush - Hammer Horror

Vaal - Nosferatu II

Holger Czukay - Witches Multiplication Table

Clinic - Mister Moonlight

Eyes of Others - I See You in the Shrubs

The Quilz - Little Red Riding Hood

Sam Quealy - Blood RIP

Headman - New Zombie (The Swiss Fresh FM Mix)

Francisco - Disco Wizard (Space Mix)

Zenana - Witches 85’ (Bedmo Disco’s Spell of Love)

The Bollock Brothers - Drac’s Back

Suicide - Ghost Rider 2019 remaster

Parquet Courts - Black Widow Spider

Blondie, Craig Leon - Rip Her to Shreds

Teleman - Skeleton Dance

Findlay - Strange One

Nick Cave - Spell

Bloc Party - Skeleton

Bonnie Dobson - Winter’s Going

Timbre Timbre - I am Coming to Paris (to Kill You)

The Smiths - Suffer Little Children

Marianne Faithfull - Witches’ Song

Emiliana Torrini - Blood Red

Flying Fingers - Vampire (Piano Version)

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Entering a "Marie Celeste"—a place suddenly and inexplicably deserted—brings a curious mix of feelings. I ease open the unlocked door and cross the threshold from public to private space. In that instant, I step outside the usual order of things, committing a transgression that sharpens my sense of self.

The chapel’s gloomy interior feels like a temporal mirage, liberated from the relentless passage of time. This timelessness intensifies my presence, amplifying the charge of trespass still running through me. I have stepped into a hall of mirrors: every footstep in the dust, every broken cobweb, even the eddying air seems to reflect back my presence and my conflicted thoughts.

Its architecture heightens the dreamlike quality. Floors tilt without warning, steps are oddly shallow, and pews press too tightly together. What first appeared expansive folds in on itself, until I feel like Alice growing after a potion—or as though I’ve been trapped inside a scale model of the real chapel.

In one corner, a window opens onto another hidden world: a room of books and pictures, hermetically sealed behind warped glass.

Eventually, I find my way inside. Gazing at the silent organ and discarded hymn books, I am overcome by hiraeth in its purest form—a bittersweet longing for the unattainable, for a uniquely Welsh way of life slowly slipping from memory.

Where did the congregation go? When did they file out through the doors into the darkness of the past?

Between two windows hangs the faded portrait of a man once tied to this chapel. His face is now little more than an outline, yet his faint gaze still holds mine before dissolving into a bottomless ocean of time.

I think of Dylan’s words, urging us to “rage against the dying of the light.” Yet here it is not darkness but light itself in which this man fades.

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Entering a "Marie Celeste"—a place suddenly and inexplicably deserted—brings a curious mix of feelings. I ease open the unlocked door and cross the threshold from public to private space. In that instant, I step outside the usual order of things, committing a transgression that sharpens my sense of self.

The chapel’s gloomy interior feels like a temporal mirage, liberated from the relentless passage of time. This timelessness intensifies my presence, amplifying the charge of trespass still running through me. I have stepped into a hall of mirrors: every footstep in the dust, every broken cobweb, even the eddying air seems to reflect back my presence and my conflicted thoughts.

Its architecture heightens the dreamlike quality. Floors tilt without warning, steps are oddly shallow, and pews press too tightly together. What first appeared expansive folds in on itself, until I feel like Alice growing after a potion—or as though I’ve been trapped inside a scale model of the real chapel.

In one corner, a window opens onto another hidden world: a room of books and pictures, hermetically sealed behind warped glass.

Eventually, I find my way inside. Gazing at the silent organ and discarded hymn books, I am overcome by hiraeth in its purest form—a bittersweet longing for the unattainable, for a uniquely Welsh way of life slowly slipping from memory.

Where did the congregation go? When did they file out through the doors into the darkness of the past?

Between two windows hangs the faded portrait of a man once tied to this chapel. His face is now little more than an outline, yet his faint gaze still holds mine before dissolving into a bottomless ocean of time.

I think of Dylan’s words, urging us to “rage against the dying of the light.” Yet here it is not darkness but light itself in which this man fades.

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August Diary Interiors and Exteriors 2

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August Diary, Interiors and Exteriors 1

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Summer Blink Playlist (Go to settings and set crossfade to 12 seconds.)

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Margam Crematorium, 1969 by F.D. Williamson & Associates.

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Lunchtime walk near my studio