And 245 days, counting up (which is so much harder than counting down.)
This series of photographs was captured with the Minolta XE-1, a camera that is exactly the same age as I am. It has idiosyncracies, just like I do.
My Father /
David Bruce Jones, July 22nd, 1942 (Salisbury, Rhodesia) — January 26th, 2024 (Gaborone, Botswana)
À la recherche du temps perdu//Sein und Zeit /
“But though I have fasted, wept, and prayed,
Though I have a seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here is no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid. ”
“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.”
“O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.”
#ultramundane /
Nikon FA, 50 mm f/1.8 Series E, Fomapan 100, Kodak D76 1+1.
Photographs taken during a couple of walks around the nieighbourhood under mostly overcast skies in January.
Glimpses of the dock at Pirate's Cove /
Nikon FA, 50 mm f/1.8 Series E, Fomapan 100, Kodak D76 1+1.