uncanny 1920 (replacing the other version, which was a Win10 numbering system that only worked in some apps. apologies, these should be fine - the others have been removed.) around the coherency of those very old Nova Scotia photographs I've presented and worked with, in Halifax, talking about absence, the photographic paper itself, the eerie reflections of silver salts (?) rising to the surface, that odd purple, the disappearance of - not only detail but - distance itself, think of a chora calmed by solitons, smoothed and uncanny fabrics - http://www.alansondheim.org/19201.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19202.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19203.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19204.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19206.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19207.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19208.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/19209.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192010.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192011.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192012.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192013.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192014.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192015.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192016.JPG http://www.alansondheim.org/192017.JPG i thought i'd learn something from this, contemplation of a past known only to my father's generation, blurred memories of Mrs. Greenbaum and her chauffeur across the street, the small home, dark stucco, the large black car, my Grandpa Weiss and Aunt Bertha living down the street a short distance, the enormous tree in the backyard where beings lived, the attic where things acquired a life of their own, an antique set of Indian clubs, the pillars and the front porch, the duplex next to my cousin Cathey, or did we, then moving from Reynolds Street to Ford Avenue, an Avenue in name only, and later the floods came and the old photographs there washed away like so many otherings in my life and so far from the porousness of the nation-state caught in a valley (Wyoming, the state's named after us), the physicality of the surrounding mountains and winding roads across them, the smog, unions, strikes, death (when I was in Sydney, N.S. it seemed all too familiar) - it was always a question of _site, cite, sight_ - so images from the underside of the nation-state, counterfeiting what it's always already been like for most of us - _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
