Showing posts with label slow travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slow travel. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

And if...

There is more. What exactly does more mean? Another langscape? Another landguage? It is nature to look at the fescue on the other side of the divide and wonder at its marvelous greeness, luscious velosity. But it is movement that is at issue, or rather displacement.


Roberto dell Griva sits by the gunwale of the shipwrecked vessel. He ponders the idea that what he sees before him is yesterday. When he sees a bird flying there, he knows it is not there now. He can't swim. He knows that if he dives off the ship and swims toward the island, he will be swimming towards the day before. But, as mentioned, he cannot swim. Is this what it means to consider the verdosity of the fescue outside the limits of the enclosure? Of course it is. Get over it.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Baie des Robert

Today we drove across the island, the drive seemed longer than usual. Not that many construction sites, not too much traffic but it just seemed to take forever. But we are in Bay Roberts now.

A quick idea, on the way back from BR photograph the back of every transport truck I get stuck behind for more than 1 minute. The project will be called: "647 km, every truck I got stuck behind".


At first thought, I would like to photographs tone square, perhaps black and white. I will have to decide whether I shoot with the point and shoot or the DSLR. I am thinking that shooting while driving could be better done with the point and shoot.







- Posted from GEDEON XXIII

Location:Central St,Bay Roberts,Canada

Thursday, December 23, 2010

GladMan Tidings

He is dressed in white, has a deep voice and is the outspoken voice of putting our waste in thin plastic envelopes, usually green but sometimes white.

The bag is what is shared with another character that makes rounds about this time of year.

But enough of that, time for Milk and Other Good Things.



Saturday, November 27, 2010

Too long

Too long since the last post. Images piling up losing context and foresight.

Have been thinking about ownership in the online universe. Does an asset really belong to anyone anymore and does ownership actually mean anything today? Of course the question is rhetorical, a rhetoric; it could even be sophistic. All resides in the user. Freedom is a responsibility and that is so much more important than a right, it is the social contract.

Long live the little animals that run wild in the kingdom of the wild.

Monday, September 13, 2010

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.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Mouvances Chapitre 3


Et puis il fut ce qu'il fut. Et parfois même la couleur fais des voyages.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Parapathetic Supplies

Once on the red planet it will be necessary to carry things from home. Only the landguage of Earth will comfort and heal the lacerating effects of deep space travel. How far can one travel away from home before completing a full circle. There is something about infinity in this.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

News from the red planet

Good news, we have reached our destination according to prescribed itinerary. Rover pushes ahead, opening a path. We travel slowly in the crimson language of this space. It is accommodating in its hostility.