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Anoine Dufour
Anoine Dufour
So, here in Germany the last days of summer are simply amazing. Thus, I'm packing some music and heading outside, again. Whoever for whichever reason has to stay inside, let some of that slanted, low-angle, bordering-on-reddish sunlight in...
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the seas of eastern istria
The view is endlessly fulfilling. It is like the answer to a lifetime of questions and vague cravings. It satisfies every childlike curiosity, every muted desire, whatever there is in him of the scientist, the poet, the primitive seer, the watcher of fire and shooting stars, whatever obsessions eat at the night side of his mind, whatever sweet and dreamy yearning he has ever felt for nameless places faraway, whatever earth sense he possesses, the neural pulse of some wilder awareness, a sympathy for beasts, whatever belief in an imminent vital force, the Lord of Creation, whatever secret harbouring of the idea of human oneness, whatever wishfulness and simplehearted hope, whatever of too much and not enough, all at once and little by little, whatever burning urge to escape responsibility and routine, escape his own overspecialization, the circumscribed and inward-spiraling self, whatever remnants of his boyish longing to fly, his dreams of strange spaces and eerie heights, his fantasies of happy death, whatever indolent and sybaritic leanings - lotus-eater, smoker of grasses and herbs, blue-eyed gazer into space - all these are satisfied, all collected and massed in that living body, the sight he sees [from the window]. "It's just so interesting," he says at last. "The colors and all." The colors and all.
Don DeLillo - Human Moments in World War III
Sorry,I simply had to pin down the whole paragraph, because beauty....

(whichever way I turn it, the b/w just soothes the eye on this one)
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Welcome back, everyone! Welcome, new followers! I'm currently waiting on six rolls of 120 neg from Northern Ireland and cannot wait to see the spoils. The Adox camera is getting a bit moody, but with a little luck the impressive scenery will still communicate through my uploads.
I will not be able to moderate myself, so look forward to, or at least be prepared for shots from both trips mixing, as far as uploading goes. But, still, that work thing is also happening...
Onward!



bending symmetries

"Vem är du som uppfyller mitt hjärta med din frånvaro? Som uppfyller hela världen med din frånvaro?"
- from: Pär Lagerkvist: En främling (A stranger)
(trans (by me).: Who are you that fills my heart with your absence? / That fills the whole world with your absence?)