It was our day off yesterday. I got some batteries for my camera and spent the morning letting the mass of thoughts and ideas from the past week settle a little. I thought about;
Three angles of this tree:
Its roots rupturing the paving stones of the parque internacional. Borders being a fluid concept.
The reverse. Caves as a space for reflection and introspection-the borders between our inner and outer selves.
Also, Professor Micheal telling us to "fuck the park". (sorry mum, its a direct quote).
The path leading to it. Borders between the known and unknown. The marked track and the undiscovered.
The different characteristics of pathways and their effect on the walker. The relationship between paths in nature and those in concrete.
This tree by the lake, also bursting its manmade confines.
And flying machines.
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