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El sol del membrillo
(Dream of Light)
#Spanish #cinema

These times of murmurations #newyork #starlings

De cuando fuimos vecinos, hace un año atrás.
Oriana, Andrea y Luis Antonio.
Lisboa
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#film #lisboa

De cuando fuimos vecinos, hace un año atrás.
Oriana, Andrea y Luis Antonio.
Lisboa
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#film #lisboa

This peninsula life.
Today I’m particularly missing soaring over Fish Hoek— flying high and diving into the invigorating sea like a juvenile seagull.
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#35mm #filmphotography #capetown

In one of my previous lives I built a palace for my friends, skirted by a resplendently green garden, expansive and vibrant where you could walk aimlessly for days on end, all of this on top of a hill so we could look at the ocean and play with the clouds every day.
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#film #analog #portugal

In one of my previous lives I built a palace for my friends, skirted by a resplendently green garden, expansive and vibrant where you could walk aimlessly for days on end, all of this on top of a hill so we could look at the ocean and play with the clouds every day.
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#film #analog #portugal

In one of my previous lives I built a palace for my friends, skirted by a resplendently green garden, expansive and vibrant where you could walk aimlessly for days on end, all of this on top of a hill so we could look at the ocean and play with the clouds every day.
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#film #analog #portugal

In one of my previous lives I built a palace for my friends, skirted by a resplendently green garden, expansive and vibrant where you could walk aimlessly for days on end, all of this on top of a hill so we could look at the ocean and play with the clouds every day.
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#film #analog #portugal

“‘We are fond of our desolate tracts of ground, Mr Versluis,’ she said softly.”
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Another Country.
Karel Schoeman.
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#analog #southafrica #35mm

Lisbon, red roofs.
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#filmphotography #urbanism #architecture #lisbon

Las hermanas Ochoa, Oriana y Andrea.
Lisboa, Porto.
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#analog #portugal

Las hermanas Ochoa, Oriana y Andrea.
Lisboa, Porto.
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#analog #portugal

The torrid sensuality of a landscape in Afrikaans.
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#filmphotography #southafrica

For birds, the sky is ultraviolet.
False Bay, Cape Town.
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#filmphotography #capetown

Almost forgot being dissolved into this landscape.
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#filmphotography #southafrica

“Why is it unpleasant then? Because consciousness is open-ended and subject to constant change and it is frightening, if not perilous, to keep on caressing the unknowable I. The hidden nature of awareness is that it cannot be stilled for long enough to be defined, not even temporarily like the dead person. If I do thus write about some id or other oddment it must be dead. Therefore I cannot write about me, I could only write I. And immediately the writing is blanched, staunched. Becomes it. The fly in amber. God in his grave. The ants will not go hungry. Writing as a weak form of awareness, a minute manifestation of movement.”
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Breyten Breytenbach
Judas Eye
SELF-PORTRAIT/DEATHWATCH
A Note on Autobiotrophy
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#filmphotography #capetown