WHat wonderful views. I love the acres of smooth stones. My mother used to collect and decorate with river stones, and they have always appealed to me.
Isn't that short story about abortion? I love the title of the poem as it stands, and the whole dialogue, but then with the context of abortion thrown in there, it seems so bizarre...
The imagery in the first paragraph is so fitting of the photographs you've chosen. And here's how I would reconcile the rest of the story to the photographs:
Isn't it fascinating that such serene, beautiful landscapes can hold such dissonant occupants. Or rather, that humans can occupy such sad, subjective spaces, while being surrounded by such beauty. Or maybe still, it's simply a matter of framing - whether by wood, steel, concrete, or our words - we have the ability to participate in life and death, all in the same place at the same time. In the case of the poem, we can see "hills that look like white elephants" when we're on our way to get an abortion. Our most un-beautiful moments can often create the exact frame we need to experience the most beauty in life.
The work in the photographs look like a job well done in framing the landscapes.
I´ve been there a few weeks ago with my wife and the owner told us about how they decided to go ahead wth this project... every thing has been done following a dream and trusting a couple of promising young architecs. really nice to be there I will also recomend, not far away from this one, the saint james, a small hotel y Bouliac, close to Bourdoux, France desingned by Jean Nouvel
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thanks for the inspiration. i've seen this project before but here it seems new; lovely, as always, and with a dash of hemingway!
WHat wonderful views. I love the acres of smooth stones. My mother used to collect and decorate with river stones, and they have always appealed to me.
It looks a peacefull place.
Isn't that short story about abortion?
I love the title of the poem as it stands, and the whole dialogue, but then with the context of abortion thrown in there, it seems so bizarre...
The imagery in the first paragraph is so fitting of the photographs you've chosen. And here's how I would reconcile the rest of the story to the photographs:
Isn't it fascinating that such serene, beautiful landscapes can hold such dissonant occupants. Or rather, that humans can occupy such sad, subjective spaces, while being surrounded by such beauty. Or maybe still, it's simply a matter of framing - whether by wood, steel, concrete, or our words - we have the ability to participate in life and death, all in the same place at the same time. In the case of the poem, we can see "hills that look like white elephants" when we're on our way to get an abortion. Our most un-beautiful moments can often create the exact frame we need to experience the most beauty in life.
The work in the photographs look like a job well done in framing the landscapes.
SO Nice!
wasn't that hotel in the latest james bond? the one that came out last year?
Stunning architecture.
Stunning.
I´ve been there a few weeks ago with my wife and the owner told us about how they decided to go ahead wth this project... every thing has been done following a dream and trusting a couple of promising young architecs.
really nice to be there
I will also recomend, not far away from this one, the saint james, a small hotel y Bouliac, close to Bourdoux, France desingned by Jean Nouvel
Regards from Basque Country Spain
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