Gen Otsuka / Mount Fuji and its Trails / 1952.
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Gen Otsuka / Mount Fuji and its Trails / 1952.
So what
if I’d like to tell you how I walked last night, glad, truly glad, for the first time in a year, to be breathing, in the cold dark, to see them. The stars, I mean. Oh hell, before
something stops me—I nearly wept on the sidewalk at the sight of them all.
— Leila Chatti, from “The Rules,” published in Poem-a-Day
Le parc national des lacs de Plitvice
I started a new series of layered photographs titled, The Sea is Always the Same. Focusing on views of the ocean and various seas instead of land formations like lava fields and faults, I expanded the places I layer from Iceland and California to other countries and cities I have visited. This image is seven layers and includes The Mediterranean off the coast of Mykonos in Greece and Crete, the Puget Sound near Seattle, the North Sea near Knokke, Belgium, Faxaflói Bay near Reykjavík, Iceland, and the Pacific Ocean here in San Francisco. I find the more layers I use, the more the completed images becomes dreamlike or like illustrated recollections.
Thanks for reading.
Octavio Paz, ‘A Tree Within’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)
Fernand Nadal - Untitled (Through the Porthole, Ocean and Sky) late 19th Century
hassan fathy egypt, 1978
[ID: excerpt from ‘Funeral (I),’ a poem by Wisława Szymborska
“Still full of blood and hopes.”]
hawaii, 1966