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Just a little fun with philosophy :)
"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you stare at the abyss, the abyss will sure as hell stare back at you."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
A cheery, humorous, slightly altered and horribly misinterpreted portrayal of a fairly dark passage and theme from the German philosopher (and moustache legend), Friedrich Nietzsche.
All images © 2017 Daniel Kessel.
All rights reserved.
Hamburg, Germany. 2008 to 2016.
Taken on 135, color negative film.
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Technical Notes: Minolta XD7. The film emulsion was probably Rossmann's house brand of a ASA400 film, made in Japan, likely relabeled Fuji film sold under the Rossmann brand. This film does not exist anymore. Scanned on a PrimeFilm XAs in RAW with VueScan Pro, then processed in Lightroom with Negative Lab Pro.
It was once said: “We have to live with the consequences of our choices”!!!
Fair enough…It’s our choices, in the end!
But, having to forcibly live with the consequences of other’s choices, that is completely unfair.
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So you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
//Roger Waters / David Gilmour (Pink Floyd)//
To Love and To Be Loved
Happy Valentine's Day
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Man having nothing to hold on, lacking any sense of certainty, being at risk of understanding the human condition. Four LED spotlights in a dark room, processed in macOS High Sierra photo editor.
Voilà ce que ça donne.
Quand on laisse faire.
Quand on s’habitue.
Une direction toute tracée.
Un mouvement qui pousse.
Et ceux qu’on ne voit plus.
Pendant ce temps,
nos enfants regardent.
Ils apprennent ce qu’on tolère.
Ce qu’on accepte comme normal.
Mais tout n’est pas perdu.
Il reste des pas pour se relever.
Pas contre les autres.
Mais contre l’oubli.
Ce n’est pas de l’extrême.
C’est du droit.
Le droit de vouloir mieux.
Le devoir de leur montrer
qu’on n’a pas tout laissé tomber.
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This is what it becomes.
When we let it happen.
When we get used to it.
A clear direction.
A movement that pushes.
And those we stop seeing.
Meanwhile,
our children are watching.
They learn what we tolerate.
What we now call normal.
But not all is lost.
There are still steps to rise again.
Not against others.
But against forgetting.
This isn’t extremism.
It’s a right.
The right to want better.
The duty to show them
we didn’t give up.
Yuanyang County. Yunnan Province, People's Republic of China.
March 2010.
The Hani people have sculpted the mountains along the Red River for thousands of years to cultivate rice in rice paddies on terraces crafted and maintained by manual labor.
Photographed three years before the area was recognized as the Honghe Hani Rice Terraces World Heritage Site, the 45th World Heritage Site in China.
he walks with the weight of years in his posture, swallowed by a city that looks away. light finds him, but it offers no warmth â only the outline of existence. in this frame, time folds inward and forgets to move.
Hamburg, Germany. 2008 to 2016.
Taken on 135, color negative film.
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Technical Notes: Minolta XD7. The film emulsion was probably Rossmann's house brand of a ASA400 film, made in Japan, likely relabeled Fuji film sold under the Rossmann brand. This film does not exist anymore. Scanned on a PrimeFilm XAs in RAW with VueScan Pro, then processed in Lightroom with Negative Lab Pro.
Bright morning sunlight cut through the openings between the high rise towers and the elevated tracks of the L, putting a spotlight on suffering along Chicago Avenue.
Chicago, IL
2022
© James Rice, All Rights Reserved
every spoke in balance...humming along effortlessly, the "wah" of harmonic blissitude.
Oregonians disdain umbrellas, but photographers love them. Spinning bicycle wheels mimic aurora nebuli in distant galaxies...
I'd say more--but the strength is in the emptiness.
Reflections flicker,
price tags blur,
departures whisper behind her.
But she remains—a pause
in a place that forgets to stop.
Olympus OM-D E-M10 Mk.II
M.Zuiko 45mm/f1.8
Yuanyang County. Yunnan Province, People's Republic of China.
March 2010.
The Hani people have sculpted the mountains along the Red River for thousands of years to cultivate rice in rice paddies on terraces crafted and maintained by manual labor.
Photographed three years before the area was recognized as the Honghe Hani Rice Terraces World Heritage Site, the 45th World Heritage Site in China.
New York City, USA.
The Stewart Hotel on 371 7th Avenue. It closed in 2022. It was temporarily used as a migrant shelter and there may be plans to convert it to residential housing.
February 2018.
In the quiet corners of my mind
Where sunlit echoes softly rewind
Faded laughter drifts like leaves
Through tangled paths and twilight eaves
Memories bloom like wildflowers bright
Painting dusk with blue & golden light
But time, a thief with gentle grace
Collects our joys, leaves empty space
Yet still I find, in every sigh
The warmth of once, the whispers nigh
For even as years slip silently through
Nostalgia’s glow forever holds true
Il y a cette partie de nous qu’on cache.
Celle qu’on maquille de lumière,
par peur d’y plonger,
par peur de s’y noyer.
On l’appelle faiblesse, on l’appelle trop.
Mais c’est juste nous.
L’autre nous.
Celui qui observe quand on joue un rôle.
Celui qui hurle quand on se tait trop fort.
Les silences en négatif,
ils ne mentent jamais.
Ils attendent dans le miroir.
Et parfois… ils s’impriment dans une image.
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There is this part of us that we hide.
The one we cover with light,
for fear of diving into it,
for fear of drowning in it.
We call it weakness, we call it too much.
But it’s just us.
The other us.
The one who watches when we play a role.
The one who screams when we stay too silent.
Silences in the negative,
they never lie.
They wait in the mirror.
And sometimes… they appear in the negative.