BareBente
if i have nothing to say, i won't say it.
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home: -15°C / 5°F
Cold here. And a hellish journey from Göteborg airport.
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in the city of Chicago …
Cold, mad & fab Chicago!
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Californaey – south, out, about, around and back up
Renting a car for a few days! Good to have own wheels –
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Californaey, San Francisco
Stuck in Santa Rosa – luggage not welcome on the bus, find mysterious, non-existent Greyhound bus stop miles down the road… Not a promising start for out trip south to San Francisco.
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Californaey, part I
Leaving DC – heading to Californaey
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DC – the end
The worst snowstorm in over 70 years, the Washington Post says
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Washington DC
Safe and sound in DC. They let us into the country without a hitch, and first day a resounding success. Utter civility…
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Images from Riga
-three days in Riga
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Born in medieval times. the bookbinder, the GPS and the e-book
I study digital media. I was born in the early 70′. I am a dinosaur. My fellow students are 15+ years younger than me – born in another era, on a different planet. We learn roughly the same things from opposite directions; we each hold an end of the stick.
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An award for silence
I have been given a peer-award for my blog. Linda, over at The task at hand found me a deserving recipient for the Arte Y Pico award. I am of course honoured. That someone reads what I write is flabbergasting; an award is mystifying.
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pottery. art, craft and atomic weight
I used to do pottery. In fact, I used to be a potter. A full year full time course in Derry, learning from the eminent renaissance man, Brian McGee, and I worked for a while as a production thrower. We build and fired electric, gas, raku and wood kilns, nearly blew up the building, made…
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Large things, close up –
I like textures. I like odd angles. Beautiful concrete, several hundred year old wood, steel beams. Physical, almost abstract. Everywhere. Character. Decay. Details containing the whole. Childish attention to details.