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Feu d'artifice tiré au débarcadère de Saint-Paul (île de la Réunion)
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Then she was no more: the solid zone now occupied the whole central part of the planet. My sister remained in there, and I never found out whether she had stayed buried in those depths or whether she had reached safety on the other side until I met her, much later, at Canberra in 1912, married to a certain Sullivan, a retired railroad man, so changed I hardly recognized her.
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These photos are failures from a strictly technical standpoint: a tripod (which I didn't have at the time) is required for really good photos of fireworks displays; I decided to steady my camera as much as possible, and hope for the best—one or two might turn out. They did turn out, in fact, but not in the way I was hoping. The photographs in this set are as perfect as they are imperfect, and reveal an unexpected beauty in the night sky that is truly captivating in a way that's difficult to describe.
I decided to pair each photo with a passage from one of Calvino's Cosmicomic stories, many of which are recounted by Qfwfq, an omnipresent, timeless, protean narrator. Each Cosmicomic story is fun, compelling, and extremely inventive, while presenting a version of reality that is completely obvious and (un)commonplace.
L' "ora blu" nella Zoca de l'Oli - all'Isola Comacina...
Minuscolo e unico lembo di terra emerso dalle acque profonde del Lario, l'isola è uno scoglio boscoso, nell'insenatura della costa fra Argegno e la Penisola di Lavedo a Lenno.
Il braccio di lago che la separa dalla riva, punteggiato dalle vele e dagli alberi delle barche all'ormeggio nelle acque tranquille, è da sempre chiamato Zoca de l'Oli : acque imperturbabili e liscie come l'olio che si produce ancora artigianalmente dagli olivi coltivati su questa costiera comacina.
Murale "Hot Summer Night" Mural
© 2010 MU / Phillip Adams & David Guinn
Habitations Jeanne-Mance (144-154, Maisonneuve-E, Montréal)
Feu d'artifice tiré au débarcadère de Saint-Paul (île de la Réunion)
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Feu d'artifice tiré au débarcadère de Saint-Paul (île de la Réunion)
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Naturally, we were all there,—old Qfwfq said,—where else could we have been? Nobody knew then that there could be space. Or time either: what use did we have for time, packed in there like sardines?
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These photos are failures from a strictly technical standpoint: a tripod (which I didn't have at the time) is required for really good photos of fireworks displays; I decided to steady my camera as much as possible, and hope for the best—one or two might turn out. They did turn out, in fact, but not in the way I was hoping. The photographs in this set are as imperfect as they are perfect, and reveal an unexpected beauty in the night sky that is truly captivating in a way that's difficult to describe.
I decided to pair each photo with a passage from one of Calvino's Cosmicomic stories, many of which are recounted by Qfwfq, an omnipresent, timeless, protean narrator. Each Cosmicomic story is fun, compelling, and extremely inventive, while presenting a version of reality that is completely obvious and (un)commonplace.
Feu d'artifice tiré au débarcadère de Saint-Paul (île de la Réunion)
Appuyez sur 'L' pour voir la photo sur fond noir | Press 'L' to view it on black
Who do you think admitted you to that dimension in which you are all immersed, so much so that you believe you were born into it and for it, who do you think opened the breach for you? It was me—Qfwfq's voice could be heard exclaiming, from underneath a shell—me, a lowly mollusk condemned to my moment-by-moment existence, a prisoner of an eternal present. It's pointless you pretending to understand; you can't guess what I'm talking about. I'm talking of time. If it hadn't been for me, time would never have existed.
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These photos are failures from a strictly technical standpoint: a tripod (which I didn't have at the time) is required for really good photos of fireworks displays; I decided to steady my camera as much as possible, and hope for the best—one or two might turn out. They did turn out, in fact, but not in the way I was hoping. The photographs in this set are as imperfect as they are perfect, and reveal an unexpected beauty in the night sky that is truly captivating in a way that's difficult to describe.
I decided to pair each photo with a passage from one of Calvino's Cosmicomic stories, many of which are recounted by Qfwfq, an omnipresent, timeless, protean narrator. Each Cosmicomic story is fun, compelling, and extremely inventive, while presenting a version of reality that is completely obvious and (un)commonplace.