Interlude

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‘Interlude’ ‘The Journey’ The intimate is not a space but a relationship between spaces. – Beatriz Colomina I was forced, recently, to take a break from blogging. Not really by choice, but because life burst forth in a relentless tidal wave of busyness (as it does every year at the same time), and something had to give. However, I have been continuing to make pictures, and the past few…

Lost in the mist of time

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I got the photo today. It was inside an envelope covered in layers of address labels, stamps and scan labels. Layers of history, not ancient but recent history, at least within the last year. A photo too is a record of history, and this particular photo made by Emily is intriguing. Every time I saw it on the blog it…

‘night train to sapa ’

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I received Emily’s photograph September 28nd 2013. Having followed her blog, from the beginning, I had often thought what would I do if I were asked to put together a piece for this collaboration. Emily invited me to participate and I was sent the photograph to interpret from my point of view. My first thought was, I’m looking at a full…

Bon voyage, bonne chance

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Une étape sur une route que je lui souhaite longue, très longue et très riche. Bon voyage et bonne chance ! Je perfore les couvertures de mes livres d’un trèfle à 4 feuilles. Quand je les prête, ils sont chargés d’un bon voyage, bonne lecture. Après le moment de réception passé avec son colis magique chargé d’odeurs et de paysages, la…

desert textures (revisited)

I posted these in black and white a while back, and promised to post in colour too, so here they are, slightly re-arranged. I like them collated together as little snippets in this way. © images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013

horizon

The line between the sea and the sky is the end, and then the beginning of something new. A promise to Future’s wings which fan the fire of juvenile desire and go! Flee! Don’t turn back your eyes must face forwards now and new things will be yours to mould in your cupped hands like a smooth, ripe mango. Many a journey lingers in…

find me

find me unravelling the forest floor find me hugging the crest of a sandy shore find me wrapped in a gauze of Spring, when Autumn comes that’s where you’ll find me © images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013

These wilder things

And I will waste my heart on fear no more I will find a secret bell and make it ring And let the rest be washed up on the shore They can’t be tamed, these wilder things No they can’t be tamed, these wilder things From “These Wilder Things” (album of the same name) by Ruth Moody *** It was like these wilder things…

The Canyon

I wasn’t going to post any pictures from the Grand Canyon, as they weren’t really very good, but then I got some black and white prints back from the rolleiflex, and I realised they had captured something I wasn’t able to capture in digital. This one best sums up the awe and the austerity of the landscape, I think. © images and content Emily Hughes…

Presence

A portrait of my daughter, age 5. © images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013