Photographer Unknown, (Sea of Wonders), Computer Graphics, Film Gifs
“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Bram Stoker: “Sea of Wonders”
Month: August 2019
Transporting Matooke
Photograher Unknown, Man Carrying Matooke on a Bicycle, Uganda
“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement”
— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
Greeks Come True
Konstantinos Rigas by Vangelis Kyris, “Greeks Come True”, 2019
“Greeks Come True” is a movie filmed by Vangelis Kyris in conjunction with a photo shooting for the Greeks Come True annual print calendar which is available every December. Filmed entirely on a Greek mountain farm, the eighty minute film follows the fifteen men and athletes involved in the calendar shoot. The film’s multi-genre sooundtrack features some of Greece’s promising musical artists.
John Steinbeck: “A Moment Settled and Hovered”
Photographer Unknown, (A Moment Settled and Hovered)
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”
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Italo Calvino: “Breathed on by Light”
Photographer Unknown, (Breathed on by Light)
“It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world’s existence.”
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Walking Towards the Storm
Artist Unknown, (Walking Towards the Storm), Computer Graphics, Animation Gif
“By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as the eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place n the iron dark of the world.”
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