What a terrible mistake, thought Drogo, perhaps everything is like that -- we think there are beings like ourselves around us and instead there is nothing but ice and stones speaking a strange language; we are on the point of greeting a friend but our arm falls inert, the smile dies away because we are completely alone.
Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe
Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe
"nothing but ice and stones speaking a strange language"
ReplyDeletea strange language, perhaps, but strangely alluring too... witness the beauty of your photo, which redeems an otherwise bleak vision
oh ffflaneur, if this were true, if there were indeed the possibility of such redemption... maybe there is, if we truly believe in it, I don't know.
ReplyDeleteRien n'est plus beau que deux solitudes qui se rencontrent, s'attirent, se respectent et se nourrissent.
ReplyDeletebelle source limpide, tu es de nouveau la, quelle joie :-) merci de ne m'avoir pas oubliee.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully mysterious.
ReplyDeleteI totally love the concept of your blog, a picture + a quote
thank you mary-laure! well, it is not always one picture/one quote, but maybe it's more difficult to achieve this simplicity. sometimes I cannot and I need more pictures and more words. but I hope you will still love it :-)
ReplyDeletei love that photo. so blurry. so moody. so lovely.
ReplyDeletebeautiful composition. where is this place?
ReplyDeleteA touch of surrealism, but the realism breaks through. Lovely.
ReplyDeletethank you all, I wasn't very sure about this image so I'm all the more glad you like it :-)
ReplyDeleteit is somewhere in Japan, sorry Zuma, I forget to mention it.