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ALPINE VICTORIA

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viewed from my Harley-Davidson Melbourne - Wangaratta - Buller - Hotham - Dinner Plane - Omeo - Sale - Yarram - Port Albert - Inverloch - Melbourne Bucolic Victorian landscape - the garden state. I can't get enough of it. Mount Buller and Mount Hotham: Encounters on my Harley-Davidson through my Leica lense. Copyright © 2009 Guillermo Aranda-Mena Photos from top to bottom: 1. Hitting the road: from Mount Hotham to Dinner Plain. 2. Mount Buller: deserted ski lifts. 3, 4 and 5. Views from Meki, Mt Buller area. 6. Mt Buller by the clock. 7. Working cast iron swing bridge. 1879. Sale, Victoria. 8 and 9. Returning to Melbourne: Great Alpine Rd. and South Gippsland Hwy. Port Albert. 10. Omeo service station: "I am not as good as once I was but I am as good once as I was".

ITHACA

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"Our earliest literature - the Iliad and the Odyssey - is about journeys between places, and scholars today still dispute the location of Ithaca, the site of the homecoming in that earliest of epic journeys, just as for so long the disputed the location of Troy, the besieged and then destroyed city that was the destination of the outward journey, and the departure point for the return. These 'journeys', whether accounted for by Proust or Homer, resonate with us because we are disposed to think of our lives as journeys on earth, with starting points and finishing points. Not that we are agreed that these journeys end on earth.... If we are to grasp what our what our spatial intelligence does for us and could allow us to do, we must heed Bechelard's injunction: 'Each on of us then should speak of his roads, his crossroads (and) his roadside benches (for) thus we have covered the universe with drawings (that) we have lived." Leon Van Schaik, Spatial Intelligence

RAMMAYTUSH: A DEAD LANGUAGE

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A DEAD language called RAMMAYTUSH is a language which existed for more than 1,500 years in San Francisco bay area. Only 104 words have been discovered - with certainty. The above translated words are embedded on King Street, Embarcadero.... the above words bordered a bluff when I was overlooking Mission Bay on a drizzly December day. I assume they exist for pedestrians to consider as they step on them over and over again, strolling along and above knowledge long time gone. Perhaps a desperate attempt to materialise the ethereal nature of our existence. For this blogpost I asked to few friends - from different walks of life and corners on earth to shortly describe what "LANGUAGE" means to them. Saludos, GUILLERMO Milena Prajzlerova, Zdice, Czech Republic: "Dorozumívání ~ neboli komunikace ~ je sdělování informace informaci,myšlenek,názorů a pocitů mezi živými bytostmi,lidmi i živočichy obvykle prostřednictvím společné soustavy symbolů. Zvířata se dorozumívají různý

SKETCHING RANDOMNESS

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I often refuge in the primitive act of drawing. Triangulating sight, hand and hart on a piece of paper is quite relaxing and at times exhilarating perhaps because I am imagining spaces, people and all sort of patterns and scenarios. I think I will always find pleasure in exploring the possibilities of drawing on the 'tabula rasa' (blank paper) including sketch books, paper mats, back of coasters, 'servilletas' or any other receptive surface to ink like soft skin. I tend to stick my sketches on walls and ceilings to create some sort of 'homeness' and 'territoriality' some times in minimum living spaces. I love the idea of cave-painting... perhaps mine is a more ephemeral type of cave painting. I doubt that any of the very many "caves" I have inhabited over 4 continents in the last 15 years would still host my strokes today. Africa remains 'la última frontera'. Sketching takes place in time and space and is a constant reminder of one'