hobos, hippies and henry david thoreau on the road

At a little distance they might have been taken for Quakers, with their broad-brimmed hats, and overcoats with broad capes, the spoils of bangor, seeking a settlement in this Sylvania: – or, nearer at hand, for fashionable gentlemen the morning after a spree.

 

Met face to face, these Indians in their native woods looked like the sinister and slouching fellows whom you meet picking up strings and paper in the street of a city. There is, in fact, a remarkable and unexpected resemblance between the degrated savage and the lowest classes in a great city.

 

The one is no more a child of nature than the other. In the progress of degradation the distinction of races is soon lost. Neptune at first was only anxious to know what we “kill,” seeing some partridges in the hands of one of the party, but we had assumed too much anger to permit of a reply.

 

We thought Indians had some honor before. But — “Me been sick. O, me unwell now. You make bargain, then me go.” They had in fact been delayed so long by a drunken frolic at the Five Islands, and they had not yet recovered from its effects.

 

They had some musquash in their canoes, which they dug out of the banks with hoe, for food, not for their skins, for musquash are their principal food on these expeditions. So they went on up the Millinocket, and we kept down the bank of the Penobscot, after recruiting ourselves with a draught of Tom’s beer, leaving Tom at his home.

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(henry david thoreau, the maine woods  1846)

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wednesday may 31 2017


 

1/1 a sort of “mexican standoff “

venice 2007

a painter looks at a guy while a guy looks at the photographer while the photographer looks at both of them : really a “venetian standoff”

 

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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tuesday may 30 2017


5/5 venice ru(i)ns

venice ( 2007 )

i stand here looking those ancient decennial pictures of a city that when walking thru seems a bit different advertising is now in place of garbage but who can say better that is or not eyes of past remark this nowadays will be the same as the past years will be again and again the same time hope to be here in ten years since it’s now

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Saturday May 27 2017


spots of light

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Rinaldo Rasa

spots of light

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acrylic on paper / digitalised by the author

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looking at the horizon spots of grey and red mixed line what time is it? thru the space memory of past springtime what time is it?

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Friday May 27 2017


4/4 venice lagoon view seen by the lido on late spring 2007 (the prayer of the photograph)

i know that a picture is a picture

but i follow susan sontag that

said we take picture because are nostalgic

hence the collected pictures taken ten years ago

lost and found in my photographic archives

maybe in ten years ago i will be

nostalgic of the pictures taken today

but who will see them ?

sometime it a stop in memories

and memories become still

underground

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i ask to you dear aficionados, please do not divulgate thi(e)s(e) picture(s) outside the experienceofthinking

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Wednesday May 24 2017