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Jul 18
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2006...

A few early stars are already shimmering in the abyssal-blue Eastern sky,  while to the west the ashes of a stunning sunset still glow within a distant high altitude cloud layer.

It’s a cool night in Vancouver. The man with a question walks at a brisk pace, irregularly stopping to setup a tripod and take snapshots of the fascinating city around him.

With each picture, a question mark. Trying to understand the world a little better through a never-ending series of still images, like as many pauses in a concerto exploding into its final crescendo.

Ultimately, the one answer he seeks to the only question that matters might or might not hide inside the immense collage all those pictures will form. They are more a means to an end. A support for reflection. A reminder to stay on the edge and look at the world from strange perspectives.

Seeking bizarre and unusual angles is only half the challenge; rendering and integrating them with the global picture is where the real poetry lies. And the same goes for questions.

The man hopes that his work can inspire others and remind them of just how great a little planet they have chosen for themselves.

And he thinks that maybe, just maybe, someone else will share his vision.

Does it matter that the Lookout seen from underneath the glass dome below appears to fit exactly into the upper circular frame? Probably not.

But what if it wasn’t a coincidence? What if someone had planned it that way, pushing the envelope of unnecessary aesthetics to an inspired level, wondering if some day a curious mind might actually look up and try to line up the two circles, satisfied for having contributed their modest part to the universe’s harmony, grateful for having been given an opportunity to show how everything in the world is interconnected?

Now maybe that’s a part of the man’s answer, right there. And he goes on walking and shooting, waiting for the answer to take shape with all the patience he can muster.

It might be a long walk. But there are countless pictures to be taken, and endless questions to arise…

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2006-07-18 23:44 • Posted in Photoblogs:

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  • 1 - Sigrid says:

    « Funny you should post this just when I write that I’m sick and tired of my own, unanswered questions. We must belong. »

  • 2 - Vince says:

    « Hum, funny indeed! I had fallen behind my outside world visits these last few days and hadn’t read your recent posts...

    So you’ve solved the Zidane puzzle and didn’t even tell me??? ;-) »

  • 3 - Anonymous says:

    « Unanswered questions are much more interesting and stimulating than answered ones.
    Keep on looking, and asking, and wondering, you two.
    You’ve got the best part. »

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We now go back to current chronological entries:
Jun 30
« It was a moonlit night, in old Mexico... Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl. La, la-laaaaaaa… » Ok, there was no moon, and it was old Vancouver, not old Mexico, but… The song, for some odd reason, rang into my ears, and I had to quote it.

Having just walked out of the Kingston pub, smoother by about 5 pints of Heffeweisen beer, I had walked straight to the Waves coffee shop on Pender, knowing it would be open 24 hours. So what, if it was past midnight? The city lives on much later than that…

At Kingston, I’d had to deal with the overwhelming feeling of being home, after Shawn had treated me with a beer, « This one’s on me, Vince », l’air de rien, making me feel like I belonged, like I was welcome there. And I knew I was, too, that’s the worse part of it.

So why does one feel an urge to move away from the greatest place on Earth? I guess it has to do with the pain inside, the pain which drives one to keep moving, forever wandering, never home. Never safe.

Yesterday, last week, last month, last year, I was sitting at the Iggy, greatest bar on the planet, in a remote corner of the Cayman Islands, seeking relief from the pain in a pint of Sting Ray, the local brew on tap. Today it’s Heffeweisen on tap at the Kingston pub. At the Kingston where everything started and everything ended.

So I now I’m writing from Waves late at night, homeless shelter, wireless shelter.

Vancouver has me by the… Love it to death, but death won’t solve anything. Chimeras remain, and they don’t know geography.

Deal with us, they warn me, wherever you are. Or be stuck forever. Stuck in limbo, between two worlds. Between what has been and what could be. ‘Cause you could be in the most awesome place on Earth - and you probably are; if you haven’t dealt with us, you’re food for worms. You won’t make it. The only thing that matters is this: grow up or loose the race. But winning the race, you can do that anywhere, no need to be somewhere special. Because you only win against yourself. No stadium, no track, no crowd to watch you run. You win or loose in the intimacy of your own mind, of your very heart. And there is no cheating, no shortcut. Only you will know what you’ve achieved, or wasted. Only you will cross the finish line. But when you do, the sun will shine, curtains will be lifted and horizons drawn. A fourth dimension will be created, one where everything is possible and loneliness impossible. One where you are a king, ruling over a gentle people, without a crown, and without power. Only yourself will you own and only yourself will you serve. A kingdom based on beauty and sharing, on selfless triumph of the soul over ego. Tempted? We’ll see you there.

You’ve gotta love your chimeras.

 

2006-06-30 00:49 • Posted in Schtroumpfissime:

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  • 1 - NewYorkAngel says:

    « I have no words Vince, I have no words. TES mots me parlent. Et ce qu’ils disent, je le comprends.
    Never home, never safe... »

  • 2 - Vince says:

    « I-have-no-words. That’s 4 words right there... ;-) Bon, blague a part, content qu’on se comprenne... :-) »

  • 3 - NewYorkAngel says:

    « Four words indeed..Mais viens plutôt me le dire DE PROFIL si tu es un homme! ;-)) »

  • 4 - Anonymous says:

    « I don’t have four words, or ten, or even a million. I only have a great, profound, thrilling gratitude for
    « your » words. »

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