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Henning Rogge’s photographs of landscapes at first appear as quiet, pastoral scenes of the German forest and countryside. Titled with their locations, they read as serene portraits of specific places whose import is unclear. As the viewer learns more information, however, the works’ meaning grows more complex. These are sites where World War II bombing has left its mark, once-decimated areas that now blend into their surroundings. Rogge began photographing such craters after randomly encountering one in the forest. “I was amazed by its size and clear, circular shape,” he says. “After doing some research, I found out that many similar-looking holes still exist all over the country.” The artist scours the German landscape to find them, often consulting aerial photographs and relying on complex mapping techniques. Little evidence exists of the violence that created such craters. They are often filled with water, like makeshift ponds, and overgrown with trees. Rogge’s photographs point to this disconnect — the way violent histories can later appear as placid landscapes. “The craters are special to me because they don’t come across as dramatic like other sites connected to war,” he says. “They are more abstract. This sense of disconnection reflects my own position toward this period of German history, which is almost unimaginable to me.” (source)

What you said? I...uh recognise that beauty and delicacy of the relationship you described... I... um don't trust myself. I'm afraid I'm a lot bolder than you are, Oddly. You don't think that would necessarily endanger everything, do you? At the very idea that I should... have to spend my honeymoon watching her paint in watercolours just because she likes somebody from the Buttercup family. I... I'm a man in love. It's the first time in my life... I want to take her in my arms. I thought because I was young, I had self-control but that's not true. I think of her, every waking moment. Why, if this marriage had been delayed, I mean it should have been delayed. I mean... should be. Listen to that, I don't know my tenses anymore. I've gone goofy! Completely goofy! Bin Buggy! Slap Happy! Can a man like that keep his mind on the enema neurosis? Pottsie!

GARY COOPER (Prof. Bertram Potts) and BARBARA STANWYCK (Sugarpuss O' Shea) in BALL OF FIRE (1941) | dir. Howard Hawks

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

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