five a.m.
Time for walking, and for idle thoughts…
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Scale becomes almost tangible.
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One window lit.
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No motif. No explanation.
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when the landscape resists clarity
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Happy New Year!
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my neck of the woods - again
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walking in the fog
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tentative, fragile and precious
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poking around in the fog.
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whereof one cannot speak...
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a road to nowhere in particular.
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do we know what we really want?
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beautiful morning
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to be of use
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not alone in the cold
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giving the soul time to catch up
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Happy New Year!
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thinking about purpose
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focus on what you can control
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prior interpretations
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waiting for the heat to break...
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I'm happy when it rains
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a different kind of silence
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the sky in the Atacama desert
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walking down memory lane
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layers of imagination
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what we see...
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about weekdays and planets
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the importance of wasting time
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wonders of the night sky
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the void - and a changing perspective
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more 'prior interpretations'
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boundaries
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my neck of the woods
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floating through time
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fences hold deeper meaning
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"wanderer, there is no road" (Antonio Machado)
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remembering my long walk through Japan
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refugio
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longing. belonging.
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reading David Hurn's 'on being a photographer'
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my 'white flowers'
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waiting for the soul to catch up
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the importance of time
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nothing here to see
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in the magic forest
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journey of discovery
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walking in the fog
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'from such crooked wood as man is made of...'
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