There are darknesses in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights.
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
Hi, my corner of the world was recently battered by a powerful typhoon that knocked out power for most of the city. As a result, I have not been able to engage in my usual online activities, and will not be able to for a while at least. Honestly, I have no idea when things will get back to normal, so updates will be spotty. I’m so sorry guys, and please stay safe.
…Goldberry sang many songs for them, songs that began merrily in the hills and fell softly down into silence; and in the silences they saw in their minds pools and waters wider than any they had known, and looking into them they saw the sky below them and the stars like jewels in the depths.
– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of The Rings
Mankind which began in a cave and behind a windbreak will end in the disease-soaked ruins of a slum.
– H.G. (Herbert George) Wells, The Fate of Man
Apparently, Wells had correctly anticipated the upcoming zombie apocalypse.
Brassaï: A few years ago, I was in the valley of Les Eyzies in Dordogne. I wanted to see cave art at the source. One thing surprised me: every generation, totally unaware of the ones that preceded it, nevertheless organized the cave in the same way, at a distance of thousands of years. You always find the “kitchen” in the same place.
Picasso: Nothing extraordinary about that! Man doesn’t change. He keeps his habits. Instinctively, all those people found the same corner for their kitchen. To build a city, don’t men choose the same sites? Under cities you always find other cities; other churches under churches, and other houses under houses. Races and religions may have changed, but the marketplace, the living quarters, pilgrimage sites, places of worship, have remained the same. Venus is replaced by the Virgin, but the same life goes on.
– Conversations with Picasso
Arthur: …Why are you hesitating?
Gramp: …In this moment, these undeveloped pictures are full of potential…Stolen glimpses of the past gifted to us by chance.
Arthur: So get them developed!
Gramp: But…it’s also possible they’re just TERRIBLE PHOTOS…
– Sheldon (start here and click forward to read the story)
Good old silver gelatin! Remember that special feeling of dread and anticipation after every frame was shot? I couldn’t wait to see how badly I screwed up the exposure!
“…Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?”
– William Shakespeare, Hamlet Act 3, scene 1
People are okay with playing golf this close to an active volcano.