Nature, evolution, is full of failed “experiments“. That’s how it works. homo sapiens will surely fall into the failed category.
These things take time to run their course, but in the end Nature will prevail. It’s brutal.
The view through my back window.
HYPO FotoNewsletter N° 109
About popup exhibitions
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Alice.
My latest newsletter. About a zine.
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Abandoned store around the corner.
HYPO FotoNewsletter Nº 107
On Puttering: gardening and photography.
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(photo in the photo by Magida El-Kassis)
A cloth Cindy uses in the studio, and studio view.
Making prints for upcoming popup exhibition.
Cindy standing in window with one of her paintings.
I’m learning to live with my brain.
Yesterday and today.
Work prints.
Just watched the first fly of the year fly into a spider web that was abandoned last year. What could this mean? (Besides the fact that my housecleaning skills are lax.) (Photo for illustration purposes only.)
This Sunday morning in the neighbourhood.
My latest newsletter is about a lull in shooting. And a reaction to a book.
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@joditch.bsky.social is just getting started here. Her posts on other, lesser, sm platforms are almost always interesting, eclectic, and not your usual thing. Try to follow her.
I found myself in Casablanca. Morocco.
My situation there caused me a certain amount of existential angst. I felt alien and removed. I became obsessed with the apartment where I was staying. 77 rue du Prince Mouldy Abdellah. The 7th floor. Time passed. Life went on.
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Stapled this print to a board outside. Waiting a few months to see what the weather will do to it.
Nothing really wrong with flowers. I photograph my dogs a lot. I take ‘em because the dogs are so damn beautiful (both are rescued mutts).
We can show the world, if we want, various aspects of ourselves, but how we frame those aspects for consumption matters.
HYPO FotoNewsletter
Nº 105
What a mess.
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My latest newsletter. About the different ways we can render these times.
My favourite part of being alive is being unconscious. That’s why I love to sleep. Now, if only I could stop dreaming.
