Hey Again Everybody. I Sure As Anything Dont Seem To Have A Disposition Towards Posting Anymore. But,

Hey again everybody. I sure as anything don’t seem to have a disposition towards posting anymore. But, it’s not that I wouldn’t or dislike it, I just don’t do it. Pics are piling up, I mourn the almost certain death of the adox and, unfortunately, haven’t the money for a new medium format camera and I’m more unsure of my editing skills than ever. This year was a distinct lull, photography wise. I seem to have focused my spare time on prints or, even less helpful to this endeavour, music. Well, maybe this spur of the moment (taken yesterday, edited and uploaded today) shot will kick me back into some sort of gear. 

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some more details of bratislava

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Ugh, more text, yuck... Well, I didn’t manage to post more photos, the problem lying more with the editing/time (read like a fraction) than the actual posting part. I’ll be off to Turku, Finland for a week now in what might just turn out to be the last bigger act in my “trying to be intelligent” phase. Time will tell. This time the Auster thing won’t cut it as I’m setting a north-north-easterly course and wilderness will be substituted mainly with university interiors, but, anywho, I hope I’ll manage to get up early, to get some nice shots, too.

Catch you on the flip side

Just to stay in line with/boost some of the aspects of this blog that are more ‘meta’. These shots and some aspects of the text are compiled, not taken/experienced in sequence per se (power of story - sth along those lines - non-linear bloggage, if you might).

Now that that is out of the way, I would like the photographs to take you into a story of not giving up on a night, a not particularly honed out pamphlet for a certain waywardness. It was the ‘night of theater’ in Bonn, where up until fairly late (~2 a.m.) all participating theaters and other venues show plays and performances. The best thing being that you buy one ticket when entering your first show, which then stays valid through the night. I might have decided to very reclusively ‘lose’ the group I was travelling with in the end, but mostly because of a compelling feeling that the night was all but over and I needed to just keep walking to find something - something undefined, but nevertheless. I ended up in a small park, where I mesmerizedly (is that a word even?) watched the Rhine - as I often will - until the sun came up. It was a good experience, I was blasting ambient drones and reflected on all I had watched/seen/witnessed (leaving this purposefully open here) that night. Full disclosure: I wasn’t sober and I didn’t work through anything or have any kinds of revelations (which tend to be overrated in my experience), but on such nights (which are but too few) I distinctly remember going home with a sense of ease which is hard for me to come by. The difference to the high I got by, say, scaling the Gotthard pass with my bike lying in precisely that there is no adrenaline in this state, that I would most closely ascribe to zen. If you do not mind some disappointments (and they will come) this practice might even lead to a certain intuition as to when to fancy such strolls.

“Det var en kväll, en sommer i limbo.” - Johannes Anyuru

“Døden findes, men kun i praktisk, makroskopisk forstand. Biologisk kan der ikke skelnes mellem levende og dødt; overgangen er et kontinuum.”

Peter Adolphsen - Machine