#haunted landscape

[vanpeltfoto]

Last frame. 120 film. The world arrives fractured: stone split open, color bleeding through the fault lines.

Sometimes it feels like reality itself is mocking us, showing us what might have been before something — history, time, our own hands — tore through it.

A landscape that keeps its secrets, a wound that refuses explanation.

Where does the damage begin? In the world, or in us?

(Photo: d.)

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[clivebarrett]

Generally, a pathway begins somewhere and leads to somewhere else, that is what they are for, the reason for their existence. If they did not do this they would not be there.

Paths may be travelled just to see where they go, but the destination is often far less interesting than the journey itself. Sometimes not following them to their end can remove the chance of disappointment, and introduce a little mystery to life.

Worn into the earth by countless feet, this footpath runs in a south westerly direction from old docks at Lydney. For a time it follows the river before turning inland towards the forest.

[the-two-germanys]

On its last legs—Cumberland House, near Amherst, N.S. Nova Scotia; the Province That Has Been Passed By Beckles Willson London: Archibald Constable & Co., Ltd., 1911.