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Those strings of soul, that nobody can see but we can feel if one of them is almost breaking of sorrow or singing of happiness... Unseen, untouchable world of feelings, the world of soul...
From this spectacular place, the human presence makes us understand the majesty of the mountains. I was waiting for someone to go to the viewpoint to shoot, and after a long wait a guy, seeing me with the tripod and the camera ready, looked at me and we nodded in agreement. Thank you again, without you the photo would not have succeeded as I wanted it.
Dalla camera dell'elegante e contenuto hotel del centro si poteva vedere: guardando in basso, la via a scarso traffico, con le auto parcheggiate; guardando a sinistra: il punto di fuga della suddetta via che termina sul lungofiume; a destra, l'incrocio con la via più grande che però è pedonale e quindi non c'è traffico, solo pedoni, mezzi della nettezza urbana e qualche furgoncino la mattina.
Guardando di fronte invece si vede un altro edificio, probabilmente gemello di quello dell'hotel ma adibito a condominio.
La finestra esattamente speculare a quella della camera rivela: carta da parati alle pareti e un lampadario di vetro verde. Dev'essere un ufficio perché di sera è tutto spento.
Sono le finestre a lato ad essere abitate, una è una camera-studio. Si intravede un computer e un poster sulla parete. Sull'altra, quella del soggiorno, ci sono le tende, quindi si vedono solo ombre che la sera solo evidenziate da una fioca luce molto calda. Sul vetro c'è qualche adesivo. Le fioriere sono piene di edera che cade un pochino.
Una sera l'inquilino della camera-studio sta davanti al computer per un po'. Poi sparisce lasciando la luce accesa: quando riappare è vestito diverso, parla con qualcuno al telefono. Poi si alza e spegne la luce. Dopo poco, l'ingresso del palazzo gemello si apre e lui esce. Si dirige verso il lungofiume.
Intanto sulla via pedonale un gruppo di ragazzi passano facendo un po' di casino: ma dura poco.
Ormai è quasi ora di andare a dormire, domani ci si sveglia presto.
Sometimes, I can just lay back and feel as though I am in a place within myself where no one else can disturb.
Taken @ Ce Soir Arts
I'll keep this one brief. This was a long walk to run into some surprisingly well placed power in a location where I'm off their property and out of view of the owners of the land I'm currently trespassing on. If you know me, you know I think most trespassing laws are draconian in their enforcement, so it always feels good to laugh to yourself as you defy those nameless people trying to tell you that their precious dead grass is off limits to you. Anyway, here's the South Buffalo at their yard in their namesake part of the city.
münster - botanischer garten
edited with an iPad using snapseed only
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Here are the stairs you may recognize from one of the final scenes in 1987’s The Untouchables. What I find most remarkable about these stairs is the wear the soft marble has taken over the years. If only these stairs could talk and tell you about the legions of persons that have traversed them and Union Station, eventually wearing them down so. It is as though you can see a canyon carved by a river of travelers.
People don’t make buildings like this anymore, or at least, they rarely do. Newer train stations lack this grand scale, perhaps because the rail industry is no longer the titan it once was. Air travel and airports, for all their prosperity, simply don’t live up to the standard set by Union Station, Penn Station and many others. I admit that O’Hare Airport has some magnificent spaces crafted by a wonderful architect, but they are still crowded spaces, built to place a small footprint of habitation on an ocean of concrete.
Taylor Swift - Untouchable
Untouchable like
A distant diamond sky
Mmm
I'm reaching out
And I just
Can't tell you why
I'm caught up in you
I'm caught up in you
Untouchable burning
Brighter than the sun
And when you're close
I feel like coming undone
In the middle of the night
When I'm in this dream
It's like
A million little stars
Spelling out your name
You gotta come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Little taste of heaven
It's half full
And I won't wait here
All day
I know you're saying
That you'd be here
Anyway
But you're
Untouchable burning
Brighter than the sun
Now that you're close
I feel like coming undone
In the middle of the night
When I'm in this dream
It's like
A million little stars
Spelling out your name
You gotta, come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Oh
In the middle of the night
We could form this dream
I wanna feel you
By my side
Standing next to me
You gotta, come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Little taste of heaven
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I'm caught
Up in you
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Untouchable burning
Brighter than the sun
And when you're close
I feel like coming undone
In the middle of the night
When I'm in this dream
It's like
A million little stars
Spelling out your name
You gotta come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Oh, ohwa, oh
In the middle of the night
When I'm in this dream
It's like
A million little stars
Spelling out your name
You gotta, come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Little taste of heaven
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Fotografia feta amb la Hasselblad 500C/M, fabricada el 1979; Carl Zeiss Planar f2,8/80mm; Fomapan 100,
Sota el pont de la carretera a Castellbell i el Vilar hi ha encara aquestes escales de fusta ruinoses, que em fan pensar en les ermites de la zona de Meteora.
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Picture taken with a Hasselblad 500C/M, made in 1979; Carl Zeiss Planar f2,8/80mm lens; Fomapan 100.
Under the road bridge in Castellbell i el Vilar there are this abandoned timber ladders. Don't dare to climb them...
the UNTOUCHABLES
the DALITS
the INVISIBLE
in
Kolkata
Photography’s new conscience
RIP Fred Miller. a wonderful chap who i miss greatly