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4th Century Lycian Tomb in Fethiye Turkey

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Lycian tombs and Roman theater in Tlos, Turkey

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'damp sand hollowed out soft red stone ground into powder round each hole' isle of wight, 1987 in a collaboration with nature - andy goldsworthy (1990)

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at the arboretum

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what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc

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5000 year old “spider stone” from Denmark

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4th Century Lycian Tomb in Fethiye Turkey

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Fossil sink

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A Sense of Scale, 2012

Please excuse the frequent appearance of this and other related shots over the past 12 years, or so (!) Honing my editing techniques is a continuing process for me.

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You can’t let this stupid ass evil world rob you of your vibe don’t let them do that to u

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Columbia University students at the Gaza solidarity encampment reading Wisam Rafeedie's The Trinity of Fundamentals and Ghassan Kanafani's The Revolution of 1936–1939 in Palestine (ph. Ian Bartlett).

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I was given paper, and for a long time I set about producing, by means of verses and inscriptions in every known language and a thousand forms and stories, a sort of world history mingled with memories of my studies and fragments of dreams made more plausible by my obsession (which was itself prolonged by them). I did not confine myself to the modern traditions of creation. My thoughts went further. As if in memory I caught a glimpse of the first covenant made, by means of talismans, by the genii of old.

– Gérard de Nerval, Aurélia

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Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.