A Vincent Mounier Photography Blog
A Little Morning Mental Coffee
May 27, 2005
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
[Bene Gesserit Litany]...
The nostalgic road
May 24, 2005
Paddlewheel boat doing acrobatics on the St. Croix River, near Still(brown)water, MN.
Ghosts.
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Nighttime Through the Eyes of a Cat
May 23, 2005
Light is a subjective value. We wander through our lives selfishly assuming that the universe is actually like we see it. But our eyes are merely giving us a single rendering of its multiple faces. There probably are as many versions of the world as there are species out there able to perceive it (not to mention the fact that we can't even seem to agree upon a single reality within our own species...)
Nighttime, for instance, must be completely different seen through the ...
The Beauty and the Beast
May 19, 2005
Hard to believe this is the same lake, isn't it? Yet east of Duluth, a long sand bar makes for surf and brownish colors, while the north shore is rocky and has spectacularly clear waters.
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Inside the Lighthouse
May 18, 2005
En avril, ne te découvre pas d'un fil. En mai, fait ce qu'il te plaît. Well, I can't wait to do ce qu'il me plaît, but for the moment, Minnesota is unleashing its worse possible weather on Duluth. This morning at 9:00, it was 43ºF and raining, the lake covered with white caps as always. Hard to believe this is mid-May. But there are still warm places to be found, as the inside of the Split Rock lighthouse below.
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Dead Calm and Fury
May 16, 2005
Lake Superior has turned out to be even moodier than I had imagined. The sleeping giant can wake up almost instantly and build itself into a fury that rivals that of much larger oceans. The weather has been extremely cold and wet, way below seasonal average, and I've managed to catch a nasty cold.
But the lake keeps calling me over and the camera rarely gets a break; it's as if the inland sea was reminding me with her displays of alternating calm and violence, that water fo...