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Passengers by John Schabel
These close-up photographs of airline passengers awaiting takeoff are made from across the tarmac using a telephoto lens. The anonymous sitters are each tightly pinned in their oval porthole windows like the subjects of nineteenth century daguerreotypes-mementos of the departed before they disappear. Similarly, the uneasy conflation of proximity and distance recalls and expands upon the latent psychological tension in Walker Evans’ subway portraits, which were made with a camera hidden in the artist’s overcoat. Both haunting and melancholic, Schabel’s series is best understood as a poetic attempt to retrieve and rescue the world as it slips away-an apt metaphor for the photographic enterprise itself.
if romney gets elected then i’m leaving the country
if obama gets elected then i’m leaving the country
this is not a political post i just want to travel
Taken from Wikipedia:
Kazimierz Nowak (January 11, 1897 – October 13, 1937) – was a Polish traveller, correspondent and photographer, born in Stryj. After the First World War he lived in Poznań.
From 1931 to 1936, he traveled alone, on foot and by bicycle across Africa, covering a distance of 40,000 km: from Libya to South Africa and back to Algeria. He seems to be the only man in the world to have done it. His accounts of the travel were first published jointly as late as in 2000, as a book entitled Rowerem i pieszo przez Czarny Ląd (By bicycle and on foot across the Black Continent). He died in Poznań from pneumonia as a consequence of emaciation of the body due to the travel, malaria and a leg surgery.
Me: “How can I help you today, sir?”
Man: “What’s the quickest way to get to Hawaii?”
Me: “…probably via Vancouver International Airport.”
Man: “What?”
Me: “Look, I’m sorry, I’m not actually a travel agent. I can put you in touch with someone who can book you a flight–”
Man: “I don’t wanna fly there! I could’ve done that from Seattle! I’m going to drive.”
Me: “Over more than twenty-five hundred miles of ocean?”
Man: “You can’t fool me. I know it’s not that far. Besides, it’s much cheaper to fly there through the Canadian part of America.”
Me: “…no, Canada’s not–”
Man: “I’m gonna report you for being unhelpful, missy. Now give me god**** directions to Hawaii if you don’t want your a** fired.”
Me: “Turn left on to any pier you come across, and then drive straight on – you’ll get there eventually, and don’t worry about the water. You can probably sue for damages.”
(Amazingly, he left, perfectly happy with my directions to essentially drown himself.)
