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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Walking to the Subway

Click on the video on the top then quickly click on the video on the bottom and watch me race myself to the subway.
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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Zurich, September 27, 2009



On a bright and sunny Sunday the central part of Zurich (along the river, leading down to the lake) was closed off for a small festival for young children celebrating the diverse mechanics of transportation. The event coincided with a woman's foot race and a film festival. It was the day Roman Polanski was arrested.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Siserton


I remember driving south from Aux Le Bain on a toll road early new years day 2001. I payed the toll in Francs and received change in Euros. I looked up at the toll booth operator who simply nodded in the affirmative. I had forgotten that it was the first day of the new Euro.

Messkirch, Memory and Association


After taking this photograph I realized that I was not too far from Messkirch --the town where Martin Heidegger was born.
This part of Germany reminded me of the rambling farm land of upstate New York or Pennsylvania that I knew so well as a child. My association between a manicured, European landscape and a North American facsimile corresponds with both the intention of the European settlers who cultivated the land in a manner consistent with their homeland and a personal inclination to identify something new with something familiar.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Milan

In 1979 I stopped off in Milan for a day while traveling north on my way to catch a plane home out of Luxemburg. Since I had only a short time I headed off to see the Last Supper. When I arrived, the entrance to the building was unattended and wide open, I walked in and stood in front of the fresco with not a single person nearby. I had the painting all to myself.

I returned to the city a few years ago but this time I was able to spend more than a day. The cathedral (Duomo di Milano) was surrounded by scaffolding to support the workers who were busy removing 100 years of industrial grime. Air pollution no longer seems to be a factor in the daily lives of big city dwellers and the legacy of the age of smoke would soon be removed. From what I could see, the cathedral would soon become a pristine, white, gothic masterpiece restored to the way it must have looked before the early 20th century. To my eyes, the cathedral lost its character. I didn't bother to revisit the Last Supper.