Tag Archives: travel
mars is just a place
That’s the beauty of it. It’s not a myth, it’s not a dream, it’s not a story, it’s not an investment opportunity: it’s some stones. It’s a place. That’s just so restful. It’s as semiotically empty as parts of the … Continue reading
Filed under the postmodernised landscape
the magic of flight
People pack the long aisle of the plane looking hauntedly for seat numbers. Club class is full of very old Americans, smiling with satisfaction as the losers shuffle past towards sub-steerage. “I’m Ronald Ramsay, your captain for today. We will … Continue reading
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perdidos e achados
Granite boulders, Sintra, Portugal. Walking past a car, Sintra. Specialist roofer, Quinta da Regaleira. Detail of protection system using a fixed line & descenders. Rooftop doll, Bica, Lisbon. Lost & found, Lisbon Portela Airport.
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a time in spain
Underground parking structure, Urbanisation Sur, Valencia. Architectural detail, Urbanisation Sur. Objects, Urbanisation Sur. Welcome to Vegas, Don Jilton 24 horas a su servicio. Hulk, Pego Other discarded objects, Pego. Discarded Renault 4, Benirrama.
“your Mari foaled of the starry skies”
I’m going to Wales now. Back next Tuesday.
Filed under pictures
spot the old hippie
Festival del Centro Historico, DF. Bruce Sterling, Chris Priest & MJH at the Templo Mayor. Photo: Chris Nakashima-Brown.
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alarma!
When they talk about a cold day in hell they must mean April 3 2009, Barnes Common. Three cheery policepersons in stab vests watch everyone over the Beverley Brook bridge, just to make sure they’re all perfectly safe. Have a … Continue reading
Filed under the horror
mexico city
An old Ford Taunus with a drift of fallen petals across its bonnet; sunshine at the end of a side street off Reforma; guns in the cafes. At dawn yesterday, I thought Mexico City had this strange brown soapy light, … Continue reading
Filed under science fiction
written abroad
There’s this feeling that if I don’t capture something–take a photograph, write a paragraph–I will be “wasting” this trip. if I don’t record it, when I’m home again I’ll have forgotten most of it & won’t really have been anywhere. … Continue reading
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