In Broken Images

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I'm slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images,
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact,
Questioning their relevance , I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.

Robert Graves

Wien

I'm going back in time today. This is one of the pictures that started it all. After those days in Vienna nothing was quite the same for me, and I've been on the road since...

This was part of my first 'solo' photo exhibition. One big one meter print. It looked pretty impresive hanging on the wall. Can you imagine going to a lab these days and ask for a one meter tall enlargement of a 35mm pic? They'll think you're mad...

Lately I was thinking on how would it be to go back to Europe, so I couldn't avoid looking into my files for images that would bring back the feeling of what it would be like to be back there. This is one of them: 'Walking in the middle of night, camera in hand, through the center of Vienna on a cold March night, looking for images...'

Valerie

Must be that the end of the year is quickly approaching, or maybe it's just nostalgia... but I've been visiting my archive files lately. The result are the last 2 images I've posted. This one, is a portrait of Valerie.

I'm posting it because this picture stands out as my ideal of what a perfect portrait is. Absolute charm.

Not that it really matters but, Agfa Scala B&W slide film, a Pentax Super A with a 50mm f1.4, and Joe's Basement developed it...

PD.- If by any chance of destiny you're reading this and you happen to know Val, send her my regards!