Came across this post in Design Milk. Never seen something like it.
Fred Eerdekens plays with light and shadow using a variety of materials — from plants to wire to cereal boxes — to spell out words. What looks like a simple arrangement of objects takes on a whole new meaning once light hits it in just the right spot.
I found this post in Behance and I loved the pictures, their colors. And when I realised they had been taken in Scotland EVEN MORE! Enjoy!
This house belongs to an old man who has only ever left the island once – to go to war. And each time I pass his house on my way home to Edinburgh I think about how much I want to stay. And how one day I just might.
The week lies ahead of me, awaiting to be discovered. But It’s Sunday evening, and that means something. It means Ill definetely stop and think, Ill stop and listen.
Doesn’t it happen to you that, particu
larly on Sundays evenings you can can remember things of long ago that you wouldn‘t recall during weekdays? I know, on Sundays these memories you keep for yourself seem of an indiscribable value. I call them Sunday memories and they are like a rainbow that changes its colours and get you closer to the essence that makes you who you are.
It’s the weirdest thing, because on Sundays I want to do all I’ve been planning to do when I have some free time, but I don’t feel creative nor energetic. I daydream, but I don’t have a clue of what I daydream about, or maybe yes, yes yes! I make up stories of me in the future, here, there, in a zeppelin, or in a joyful house with my hubby and the kids, maybe listening to a piano or just laughing.
But there comes a moment on Sundays when I feel like singing in low voice, and when that moment settles in, I can realize there’s an incredible gift that is reserved only for Sundays, the freedom to look at my inside and clean the bad out, blow away the little things that hurted me during the week and give space to enjoy the huge, uncomprenhensible miracle of being alone with God, He will listen to me as I poured out my heart and He will definitely hug me in the calm of Sunday evening.
Travel Writing: How to take better notes for Travel Writing
MatadorU is an online education and resource center for travel writers. I really enjoyed the article. Many things are taken for granted when we write our travel diary so here’s a sort of checklist for your next trip (or mine :).
Your trip is over and now you’re back at home and ready to finally do all the writing that you could not get to while traveling. Better hope you took good notes!
WITHOUT NOTES taken in the moment it can be hard to find the inspired words to describe your journey.
Notes jotted in the moment can be drawn upon later to revive a visceral sense of place. Your notes can remind you of emotional and circumstantial elements that were relevant to your overall experience. If taken well, they’ll be the bridge back to the moments you wish to capture in your writing.
TAKE NOTES WITH YOUR 5 SENSES
Visual descriptors are good. But remember to take notes with all of your senses. What does the air smell like? What is that fainter smell carried on the wind? What does the scene sound like? When eating, how does it taste? What is the texture? Since good storytelling requires a balance of showing and telling, taking notes with your 5 senses will enrich your writing once you settle in from of your computer many weeks or months after the fact.
Any one of these senses can trigger a greater recollection when you finally sit down to write. Remembering the smell of potent, teeth-staining coffee can bring the whole sidewalk cafe scene rushing back.
TAKE NOTES WITH YOUR EMOTIONS
Remembering how I felt, what frame of mind the circumstance put me it, is valuable information to have gathered when I sit down to write. Whether your travel experience brings elation, nostalgia, terror, or triumph, it is important to take notes in the moment to catch that emotional subtext. Those feelings can be the heart of your travel writing.
TAKE NOTES ON SPECIFICS
The name of your tour guide. The guesthouse you stumble into at 3am. The name of the street where you were pickpocketed. You don’t have to be writing a city guide to relish in the specifics of your travel experience. Taking notes on the little details gives depth and authenticity to your writing.
TAKE NOTES THAT ARE NOT NOTES
Photos, audio recordings, video…use whatever technology you have available to record your journey and supplement your note taking.
Found this interesting article in the Selvedge Yard and I had to post it. I had no idea! Hope you enjoy it.
After shooting the ‘Morrison Hotel’ images for said album, Jim Morrison’s need for drink drove the band down to L.A.’s skid row, where The Doors happened upon a little dive bar called ‘Hard Rock Cafe’. The boys were all piled in John Densmore’s VW van with photographer Henry Diltz, when they collectively spotted the joint with the now famous name on East 5th St. and all said,“Oh, we gotta go in there!”
Side one of ‘Morrison Hotel’ would end up being named ‘Hard Rock Cafe’, and famously pictured on the back of the album. The shots taken that day back in December of ’69 are some of my favorite Doors’ pics. Years later photographer Henry Diltz recalled–
“I guess though sometime the next year after the album came out with that picture on the back, they [The Doors] got a call from England and this guy says, ‘Hello. Would you mind if we use that name on the back of your album? We’re starting a cafe over here in London and we would like to use that name.’ And they said, ‘No, go ahead,’ and that was the beginning of it. Now every time I go into a Hard Rock Cafe, whatever city I’m in, I always feel like I should get a free hamburger.”
I found this post in PLOG and it immediately caught my attention. The state of the buildings, the desolation, the emptiness, the memories of what was. It seems as if the people has dissapeared, vanished.
Up and down Detroit’s streets, buildings stand abandoned and in ruin. French photographers Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre set out to document the decline of an American city. Their book “The Ruins of Detroit“, a document of decaying buildings frozen in time, was published in December 2010.
Statement from the photographer’s website
Ruins are the visible symbols and landmarks of our societies and their changes, small pieces of history in suspension.
The state of ruin is essentially a temporary situation that happens at some point, the volatile result of change of era and the fall of empires. This fragility, the time elapsed but even so running fast, lead us to watch them one very last time : being dismayed, or admire, making us wondering about the permanence of things.
At the end of the XIXth Century, mankind was about to fulfill an old dream. The idea of a fast and autonomous means of displacement was slowly becoming a reality for engineers all over the world. Thanks to its ideal location on the Great Lakes Basin, the city of Detroit was about to generate its own industrial revolution. Visionary engineers and entrepreneurs flocked to its borders.
In 1913, up-and-coming car manufacturer Henry Ford perfected the first large-scale assembly line. Within few years, Detroit was about to become the world capital of automobile and the cradle of modern mass-production. For the first time of history, affluence was within the reach of the mass of people. Monumental skyscapers and fancy neighborhoods put the city’s wealth on display. Detroit became the dazzling beacon of the American Dream. Thousands of migrants came to find a job. By the 50’s, its population rose to almost 2 million people. Detroit became the 4th largest city in the United States.
The automobile moved people faster and farther. Roads, freeways and parking lots forever reshaped the landscape. At the beginning of the 50’s, plants were relocated in Detroit’s periphery. The white middle-class began to leave the inner city and settled in new mass-produced suburban towns. Highways frayed the urban fabric. Deindustrialization and segregation increased. In 1967, social tensions exploded into one of the most violent urban riots in American history. The population exodus accelerated and whole neighbourhoods began to vanish. Outdated downtown buildings emptied. Within fifty years Detroit lost more than half of its population.
Detroit, industrial capital of the XXth Century, played a fundamental role shaping the modern world. The logic that created the city also destroyed it. Nowadays, unlike anywhere else, the city’s ruins are not isolated details in the urban environment. They have become a natural component of the landscape. Detroit presents all archetypal buildings of an American city in a state of mummification. Its splendid decaying monuments are, no less than the Pyramids of Egypt, the Coliseum of Rome, or the Acropolis in Athens, remnants of the passing of a great Empire.
This work is thus the result of a five-year collaboration started in 2005.
I leave you with this classic song by Mr. Gainsbourg. I have been doing some research for my Europe trip, especially for the Paris leg of the trip, so I have been in a French mood lately. I love this song. I have no idea what is he singing about but it puts me in a good mood.