Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
When you drink the water, remember the river.
Love that sunset. Reminiscent of Lowrey with all those smoking chimneys. Notice how one chimney on the right has its smoke drifting the opposite way to the others. It looks so flat makes you wonder how the air moves.I like the expanse of, what I assume to be, riverbed in the foreground. It really puts limits on the cityscape. Towns used to have a habit of fading to naught. Though that is changing.
Towns, least wise around where I used to live, have a dense nucleus, centered around the central business district, which tapers off to sparse suburbs, then rambling hamlets and villages in the environs.You'll see this heading into Bolton, starting over in Lancashire and heading up the hill. You come across knots of houses, then maybe a council estate, or some small suburb. By the time you get to the town hall and market things are very dense. As you leave town the red brick fades to green fields.This is an old way of doing things. The green belting laws stopped urban sprawl and towns then filled to their boundaries.They later allowed infill up to the bypass. So as you drive around many towns on the A roads you'll see one side is 1990's Barrett houses, the other side open green.Of course, the A6 seems to defy this. Follow it through Manchester, out through Stockport and on to Buxton, there is an almost continuous line of houses all the way on either side of the road down to Whaley Bridge. However these villages and hamlets which have stretched along the arterial road are only one house deep, with the valley floor on one side and the hilly valley side on the other.St Peterberg, like any coastal or wide river town, has filled in to the waterfront, leaving a sharp edge between dense and sparse city.
I guess some would like to see this place but I'll pass. Give me the south of France (Nice) or Israel, then you grab my attention :) Good photos BTW.
Some of the most interesting images of the Middle East/Holy Land I encountered were in "The Last Temptation of Christ" by Nikos Kazantzakis. There were no pictures, but the words were so vivid, it was worth reading the book for the landscape alone.Can't comment on Nice. Only time I've been on the Med was somewhere between Montpelier and Perpignon. I spent more time on the Adriatic, in Opatija, beautiful little town.
Russia's too bleak. I mean, even in spring time. When you're bleak, you're bleak. 'Nuff said!
Great photos! A powerful place. Been there. I recommend.
Weird. I can't make out the naked women in the pics your photographer took there.
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