Bertrom.

If all this beauty of yours never crushed me
Then there are many flying acres of birds for me,
Many drumming gray wings going home I shall see,
Many crying voices riding the north wind.

Carl Sandburg.

Arthur Leipzig.

“The city was my home. I realize that I was a witness to a time that no longer exists, a more innocent time. While I know that the city has changed, that the streets are dirtier and meaner, the energy that I love is still there.”

‘Nobody believes in the future any more’: Adam Curtis and Ari Aster on how to wake up from the post-truth nightmare — The Guardian Paranoia is exploited to control us. Movies are groomed to flatter us. And trauma has been twisted to make us blame ourselves. How can we make sense of our lives? The two film-makers try to navigate t...

People only search for conspiracy theories these days because no one else is giving them any stories. You know: those in power just want to manage you. And, quite frankly, managers never tell stories. They keep you there by repeating and repeating.
A brilliant read.

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RIP Gianni Berengo Gardin.

"I am not an artist, nor do I wish to be: I am only a witness of my era.”

John Lavery.

Miss Auras, The Red Book.

c.1892.

Ralph Eugene Meatyard.

The Family Album of Lucybelle Crater.

The series consists of 64 portraits of “Lucybelle Crater”, a name adapted by Meatyard from a character in a Flannery O’Connor short story.

Tina Modotti. Telephone Wires, Mexico. c. 1925.

Tina Modotti.

Telephone Wires,
Mexico.
c. 1925.

Mystery solved.

Vivian Maier was one of the greatest street photographers of all time.
In all the years I taught photography I always stressed the importance of narrative as well as the visual design elements needed to make an image sing.

Vivian was a genius storyteller.

That’s the one 💚

Steve Pyke.

Three Generations.

Inishmaan,
Aran Islands.

1991.

And if you don't think about a book, and you think about a tune? The unsayable, the invisible, the longing in music, they all become clear. They are what music is about. Here is a book of tunes without musical notes. That's why it's a bastard and wrings the heart.

John Berger.

Bad vibes in Broadstairs and the dark side of Deal David Seabrook’s work exploring sinister connections in Kent could be the start of something obsessive…

I guess you’d call it psychogeography (emphasis on the word “psycho”).
As a reader, you’re both afraid for and of its author, loitering at the book’s edges, spinning his increasingly deranged yarns without ever fully explaining himself.

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Gianni Berengo Gardin.

La Disperata Allegria,
(Desperate Joy).

Dedicated to the daily lives of Roma families in Florence.

1995.

Arnold Genthe. Portrait of playwright and poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. C 1917.

Arnold Genthe.

Portrait of playwright and poet
Edna St. Vincent Millay.

C 1917.

Me too Paul…

Unless we leave our phones at home..

Wim Wenders: Cinema and the 'art of getting lost' — DW As Wim Wenders turns 80, a look at how travel and getting lost have shaped his films and global cinematic perspectives.

Wenders, who's also a keen photographer, believes that only when we are truly lost do we actually begin to see.

I totally agree.

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Millet: Life on the Land review – phallic forks and suggestive wheelbarrows enliven a landscape of toil — The Guardian There’s a undeniably erotic charge to Millet’s paintings of gloomy hard work – reminding us that, behind the hoes, these are real people with real desires

Life is slow there, in Gruchy, and history a massive, immobile presence.

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Apple picking tomorrow 😊

Thank you! And I met some wonderful inspiring people along the way. It has been a colourful journey to say the least!

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops
at all ..

Emily Dickinson.

What a jibbering dangerous idiot looks like.

A b&w image of a young woman leaning on a balcony gazing wistfully below.

Manuel Álvarez Bravo.

El ensueño (The Daydream).

1931.

“I didn’t, and don’t, care about making work as an ‘artist’, it’s more that I have a duty to document, to amplify the cries around me.”

JA Mortram’s Small Town Inertia.

A masterclass in contemporary documentary photography.

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Steve Pyke’s photographs are magnificent chiaroscuros of Becketty emptiness, looming cloud, crashing breakers on ragged coasts.

A beautiful book.

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Gritty documentary on everyday decline in the UK to receive special screening in Oxford — Film Industry Network A no-budget documentary made with a £100 camera in an overlooked English town is drawing fresh attention as a cultural mirror for a country struggling…

An unpolished portrait of life in a country that increasingly feels stuck. The film asks questions few political parties seem willing to address, instead inviting people in forgotten corners of the UK to speak for themselves.

The power of low budget film.

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The mental health impact of childhood verbal abuse explained in new study — The Independent More than 20,000 adults in England and Wales who were exposed to verbal abuse in childhood were studied

We need to build children up not knock them down. The mental health of the next generation and our shared future depend on it.

Heartbreaking.

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That wasn’t a true dream, but an ancient organic memory millions of years old. The expanding sun and rising temperatures are driving you back down to the spinal levels into the drowned seas of the lowest layers of your unconscious.

J.G. Ballard.

The Drowned World.

The United States dropped an atomic bomb named “Little Boy”, on the town of Hiroshima in Japan.

This tricycle belonging to 3 years and 11 months old Shinichi Tetsutani who was riding outside his house in Hiroshima when the atomic bomb was detonated over the city on August 6th, 1945.

Le ballon rouge.

Albert Lamorisse.

1956.