V10 meets H3
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Windows, walls, roofs, doors, notes and a bricked up tree
Can't beat an aimless stroll through a city and a photographic turkey shoot. This was an afternoon getting lost in Kazimierz in Krakow and points in between.
20th May 2008, 19:22
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Auschwitz
After about an hour I sat on a ledge in the sunshine and just took the scene in - fully grown poplar trees, birds singing and grass. People soberly walking by, some posing by the blocks for photos, most looking sombre and glum. A man met a woman outside one of the blocks saying "I didn't go to the top floor. Was there anything nice up there?" and I took it in the spirit of what seemed to be disconnection not callousness.
After about 15 minutes, I strolled back to the entrance to meet my friends. I'd only visited 2 of the blocks, less than quarter of the site, but really had no urge to enter any of the others - go into the gloom inside, the temperature, the sound. I suppose I'm saying that although the experience was blunted by what it is now and that I didn't really learn anything new, there is something about occupying the same space and feeling a little of it that can really get under your skin.
After about 15 minutes, I strolled back to the entrance to meet my friends. I'd only visited 2 of the blocks, less than quarter of the site, but really had no urge to enter any of the others - go into the gloom inside, the temperature, the sound. I suppose I'm saying that although the experience was blunted by what it is now and that I didn't really learn anything new, there is something about occupying the same space and feeling a little of it that can really get under your skin.
19th May 2008, 19:56
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Head down
We did manage to get out and enjoy the sun yesterday - stroll into town, coffee and little errands, a few photos. These are all things that I have found on the ground. But today, I was confined to barracks. Have a writing deadline that suddenly seemed to close in on me. Slow start this morning but worked up a head of steam and now have something I wouldn't feel embarrassed about sending off. Nice to have it done. Not nice missing the sun but hearing the kids' water fight outside somehow helped.
11th May 2008, 19:52
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There's been all this yellow stuff around today
I remember ths stuff from last summer. I think we called it sunlight. It made people smile and cast shadows and stuff.
5th May 2008, 16:59
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St George's day salute
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Also, my moblog is three years old today.
2nd May 2008, 17:46
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I got slated ...
A few years back we went to Wookey Hole. The price of it, oh, the price of it. That aside, they took a beautiful architectural, growing cave full of mystery and filled it with coloured lights, a laser projection of a witch's face (for the myth of the witch of the Wookey Hole) and a tour which rushed you through at a rate of knots as if on a human treadmill. Awful. I felt a little out of sorts about it all.
A few weeks back, we visited this disused slate mine in North Wales. We were given a hard hat and a few torches and directed to the entrance tunnel. No guided tour. No one else at all. No evocations of stones that looked like the Virgin Mary leap frogging the Three Stooges from the right angle. No coloured lights. Just a chance to wander through a network of tunnels with a few guiding plaques, free to imagine what had been. Brilliant.
A few weeks back, we visited this disused slate mine in North Wales. We were given a hard hat and a few torches and directed to the entrance tunnel. No guided tour. No one else at all. No evocations of stones that looked like the Virgin Mary leap frogging the Three Stooges from the right angle. No coloured lights. Just a chance to wander through a network of tunnels with a few guiding plaques, free to imagine what had been. Brilliant.
28th Apr 2008, 16:25
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