still and sleep

this time, the prints are pretty light. put less effort to 'push' the black and white (the threshold of contrast); but work hard on the grey tone (the transition of light and shadow)

i am glad T is sleeping or going outside while i am working in these days.

又回到這幕

星期日，坐公車出城。
那是08年夏的事。
Marin Headland. 金門橋。City Light Bookstore. 檀島茶餐廳。焗豬排飯。
再等下一個星期。又是那輛唯一的公車。
同一個站。一個人等。
準時。回家車次，不容失誤。

寫寫 改改 排排

相片攝於2008三藩市

重複看一張照片

重複每天看一朵花

                重複想著重複的事

重複重複

重複不涉及一些名字

                          一件事   重複要告訴你的事

我重複放棄

放棄重複

重複想起沙漠

沙漠

一再重複的  一行行風沙

 想起那朵花    朵花   不會重複

重複

每天好好 好好 好好的

                   收起那重複的  好好的存起它

照片裏

一再重複的

一個又接著一個
                                          啞的咀巴

重複地等

等等等等等

只一句合適的話

'..rolled it out on floor and it looks like a road'

....Greater laughter rang from all sides. I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking; and looked up, and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great western slope, and the big plateau that went to Streamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the Eastern Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we furned and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunked Americans in mighty land. And beyond, beyond, over the Sierras the other side of Carson sink was bejewelled bay-encircled nightlike old Frisco of my dreams....

Jack Kerouac
On The Road / The Original Scroll

由金門橋到Muir Woods

在電影Rise of the Planet of the Apes，看到Muir Woods，感動起來。

只因為08年7月的一個清早，我們去了那裏。想起駕車的Laila。

其他一同去的幾個女的。除了Magan，已記不起名字。

猿人從金門橋向紅樹林走去。

Golden Gate Bridge in mist. 我獨自走過。

霧中的磚紅色，帶點不真實。

Muir Woods，我生命裏的第一個紅樹林。

忽然好懷念。

Opalka 1965/1 — ∞

Roman Opalka (1931-2011)

~ Though his artistic quest might have seemed bloodless and abstract, Mr. Opalka described it, passionately, as a grand metaphor for human existence. “Time as we live it and as we create it embodies our progressive disappearance,” he wrote in an essay in 1987. “We are at the same time alive and in the face of death — that is the mystery of all living beings.” ~

- New York Times

crystal and musical structure

Still-Life

Phnom Penh