dimanche 2 janvier 2011
jeudi 16 décembre 2010
That I might be part of this. Ripple on water from a lonesome drip. A fallen tree that witnessedme. Him alone. Him and me. And that life itself could not aspire. To have someone be so admired.I threw creation to my kin. With a silence broken by a whispered wind. All of this can be broken
mercredi 13 mai 2009
"Ce que j'écoute ne vaut rien, il n'y a que ce que mes yeux voient ouverts et plus encore fermés."
In 1977 when I started taking pictures, Italy and Venice in particular were my primary destinations. I used to arrive at dawn taking the last train from Milan. I remember walking, often in a dreamlike state which was then an almost permanent condition, losing myself willingly in the murky reflections of the canals...only seemingly lost to the surrounding beauty