Travel

Pilatus Train

A fun assignment some time ago for Stadler Germany. Showing off their new and kinda unique train in the swiss alps.

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I was going along a dusty highroad
when the mountain
across the way
turned me to its silence:
oh I said how come
I don’t know your
massive symmetry and rest:
nevertheless, said the mountain,
would you want
to be
lodged here with
a changeless prospect, risen
to an unalterable view:
so I went on
counting my numberless fingers.
— A. R. Ammons

Travel-Log Archive, Entlang der Gräben

Quite some time ago, I accompanied the writer Navid Kermani on his trip trough the east of europe. He did some research for his book Entlang der Gräben, and I stuck along and took some pictures. The gallery below is a chronological archive of my pictures, it is a sort of diary, with very little overreaching contextual correlation.

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Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
— Norman Maclean

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Keep close to Nature’s heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. None of Nature’s landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.
— John Muir

Extranational Assembly

Some days ago I was invited by the artist Jerszy Seymour to the swiss alps in order to document The Extranational Assembly, a happening he initiated because he wants to redefine the way we think about nations and nationality.

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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
— Henry David Thoreau

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The trouble in corporate America is that too many people with too much power live in a box (their home), then travel the same road every day to another box (their office).
— Faith Popcorn