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Woman on the terminator

晨昏線上的女人

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2016 Nov.05 in Embankment Station, London, UK

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Daylight Reverse

愛丁堡 | 逆光

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2016 Dec.21 in Edinburgh, Scotland

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Fly for you

失敗者的飛翔

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2016 Sep.17 in Dali, Yunnan, China

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Fireworks

煙火

在你眼裡看盡了相戀的年代 曾經的黑白，此刻絢爛

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2017 Feb.13 in Yantai, China

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North Atlantic Ocean, Mealt Fall, 2016

Water and air. So very commonplace are these substances, they hardly attract attention―and yet they vouchsafe our very existence. The beginnings of life  are shrouded in myth: Let there water and air. Living phenomena spontaneously generated from water and air in the presence of light, though that  could just as easily suggest random coincidence as a Deity. Let’s just say that t here happened to be a planet with water and air in our solar system, and moreover at precisely the right distance from the sun for the temperatures required to coax forth life. While hardly inconceivable that at least one such planet should exist in the vast reaches of universe, we search in vain for another similar example.  Mystery of mysteries, water and air are right there before usin the sea.  Every time I view the sea, I feel a calming sense of security, as if visiting my ancestral home; I embark on a voyage of seeing.

                                                                                          - Hiroshi Sugimoto

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2016 Dec.19 in Mealt Fall, Scotland

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The Room | One

房間 | 壹

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2017 Feb.8 in Coventry, UK

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The Room | Two

房間 | 貳

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2017 Feb.07 in University of Warwick, England

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Kafka on the Shore | bnw

海辺のカフカ

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2016 Jul.18 in Gold Coast, Australia

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Life | being, knowing, doing

見天地，見眾生，見自己

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2016 Jul.18 in Gold Coast, Australia

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【覯止 · 離】

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2016 Dec.21 in Edinburgh, Scotland

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【覯止 · 暮】

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2016 Dec.21 in Edinburgh, Scotland

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【覯止 · 瞻】

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2016 Dec.21 in Edinburgh, Scotland

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现在是怀旧的时代

摄影是一门艺术，黄昏艺术

大多数被拍摄的对象，仅仅凭着被拍摄，都满含感染力

一个丑陋或怪异的被拍摄物可能令人感动，因为它已由于摄影师的青睐而获得尊严；一个美丽的被拍摄物可能成为愧疚感的对象，因为它已衰朽或不再存在。

所有照片都使人想到死。拍照就是参与另一个人或物的必死性、脆弱性、可变性。所有照片恰恰都是通过切下这一刻并把它冻结，来见证时间的无情流逝。

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海辺のカフカ | Kafka on the Shore

溺水少女的手指／探摸入口的石頭／張開藍色的裙裾／注視海邊的卡夫卡

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2016 Jul.18 in Gold Coast, Australia

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I was in Liverpool.

With a number of friends - say half a dozen - I walked through the dark streets.

The various quarters of the city were arranged radially around the square. In the centre was a round pool, and in the middle of it, a small island. While everything around was obscured by rain, fog, smoke and dimly lit darkness, the little island blazed with sunlight. On it stood a single tree, a magnolia, in a sea of reddish blossoms.

It was as though the tree stood in the sunlight and was, at the same time, the source of light.

My companions commented on the abominable weather, and obviously did not see the tree.

They spoke of a Swiss who was living in Liverpool, and expressed surprise that he should have settled here. I was carried away by the beauty of the tree and the sunlit island, and thought, “I know very well why he has settled here.” Then I awoke.

This dream represented my situation at the time. I can still see the greyish-yellow raincoats, glistening with the wetness of the rain.

Everything was extremely unpleasant, black and opaque - just as I felt then. But I had had a vision of unearthly beauty, and that was why I was able to live at all.

"Liverpool is the pool of life.”

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2017 Feb.12 in Liverpool, England

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And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

The Little Prince