Around

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Around

For a moment I think I am in a different store, one I have never been in before, in an unknown city. Then I realize I can read the labels. It’s more disappointing than I would have expected.

She kisses me, I kiss her back. There is something not right about this but we keep at it. Perhaps it’s just me, no it can’t be. This should not be happening.

My feet are always wet when I wake up. After rain that is. The tent is rather filthy, I try to convince myself that it isn’t worth cleaning, that I should toss it.

The number of good people around is overwhelming. There is, somehow, nothing that can be done about it.

Slow pictures of

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Slow pictures of

I remember the photo magazines and the slow pictures of running water and it was like nothing I ever saw before, water certainly didn’t look like this, and I wanted to learn how to do this, how to make images of water looking like something it isn’t.

Later to realise that I much prefer water the way it is.

All the available colours

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All the available colours

I wanted lights. They should be in all the available colours, blinking. The tiny store that sold groceries and all sorts of whatever a few hundred meters down the hill had some, after much pondering I bought a set. With paper route money. It did have all the colours; blue, red, white (well), yellow or was it orange? I can’t really remember the colours. Not greens though, don’t think there were any greens. Around each light bulb there was this transparent plastic thing, a bit like a ball and a bit unlike a ball. With a hole in the middle to fit around the bulb. Perhaps it was supposed to immitate a snow flake. And it did blink and at nights when I layed in bed the restless lights in all those different colours were at the same time soothing and stimulating. The latter had an element of away about it, although pointing more inwards than out. Which doesn’t rhyme too well with away. I guess.

That was before.

Six and six

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Six and six

Wonder if this can be the last six monts six images post. Given that I forgot last may and all. Besides it’s a mess of things, no order whatsoever and not very interesting. That’s all.

July. For some reason, reasons and not just some, I can’t say much about this image. Or the place.

August, woods. Also a decent combination.

In september the postal service brought a box with a Fujion to my household. Well, not to the front door but I can live with that. Also the Fujinon.

October, and the quest for the joy of photography. In bags of unprocessed films since a long time ago. Very long.

The woods. Always photograph the woods.

So, farewell silly collection of photos.

Autumn, souvenirs

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Autumn, souvenirs

I wake up, slowly, it smells autumn. The temperature is low but the sleeping bag is up for the task, I’m not cold. Next to me there is a backpack, the back is ok to carry it, later. Outside the car, it’s the car I had many suns ago, but I won’t be driving it today. I make breakfast, coffee.

The ocean is to the right, the glacier to the left. Somewhere in between is the trail. Or trails, I’ve never been here before so I’m not sure yet.

The camera I put together from old pieces of junk is tested and packed. None of it appears to leaks light. I am hopeful to bring back many souvenirs. Never with me, always ahead.

I tie the shoes. Zip the tent. Start walking. That way.

Lyle, Rickie Lee

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Lyle, Rickie Lee

I started listening to Lyle Lovett because Rickie Lee Jones. And ended up listening not so much to Rickie Lee but all the more Lyle. It resonated, some of his music. He, too, did not have a boat, and nobody knew him like his baby, and he sat there in his Pontiac.