‘Nuff Said
Journée du patriote .
Journal
Autobahn
On the road, to the road, in the road.
Through the road, if such can be found; it is found.
On the way to where we should be.
In that place that is between where we are,
And where we are going.
Some call it Pennsylvania.
Or Erewhon.
C’est bien cela la mouvance.
Et.
On t’aime Gérald.
Waiting on Gadd’s Head
Image captured while waiting to photograph a kayak tour to Gadd’s Cove; waiting is a good thing for photography, it seems to be then that the unconscious decides to play.
L’attente et l’espoir sont cousines. Comme tous ces liens de familles, la relation n’est pas toujours harmonieuse ni rempli de frictions. On attend… là… ici, n’importe. Quand on attend, il n’y a rien d’autre à faire sauf regarder, sentir et écouter. Ce sont ces temps où le paysage va raconter ses secrets, où le corps entre l’espace par une fente qui est réellement une porte ornée par le va et vient du quotidien.
Results and Mission
I was in New York a while back. I found this envelope on the sidewalk and am not too sure what I want to make of it. I have had several meaningful conversations with people who choose to live on the street (the choice of the word choice is deliberate) and they seem to feel a freedom I cannot quite get to. I live in the academic bubble, I can do whatever I want to, provided I provide a sufficent amount of anthropomorphological data, to get to the answers I want to get to. But providing sufficient substanciation is a slippery slope. I can use the language needed but I cannot, in any terms, prove that I will obtain any result whatsoever.