Saturday 20 September 2008

speaking a strange language




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

10 comments:

  1. "nothing but ice and stones speaking a strange language"
    a strange language, perhaps, but strangely alluring too... witness the beauty of your photo, which redeems an otherwise bleak vision

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  2. 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.

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  3. Rien n'est plus beau que deux solitudes qui se rencontrent, s'attirent, se respectent et se nourrissent.

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  4. belle source limpide, tu es de nouveau la, quelle joie :-) merci de ne m'avoir pas oubliee.

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  5. Beautifully mysterious.
    I totally love the concept of your blog, a picture + a quote

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  6. 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 :-)

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  7. i love that photo. so blurry. so moody. so lovely.

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  8. beautiful composition. where is this place?

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  9. A touch of surrealism, but the realism breaks through. Lovely.

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  10. thank you all, I wasn't very sure about this image so I'm all the more glad you like it :-)
    it is somewhere in Japan, sorry Zuma, I forget to mention it.

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