Flower Conservatory
Chemical Clock
At dusk on the rocks
Library fence
Siddhartha An Indian tale
Skyhook
Urizin
Sentinels
^ ^
Falling Tree paradox
Smile
Flowers
vesper
Anthurium
Hawaiian brunette
The fisherman at Captain Cook
Shore Line
The Hut
Pitcher Plant
What the Trees say
Daguerreotype
Base if Golden gate
Evening stroll
Man is a mask
^ ^
‘Fors’ ~ Good luck
Precipice and fog
Lucretius
Emptiness
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Buca Interior
Buca Interior
No animals allowed
^ ^
The Bridge
To Downtown San Francisco
The girl next door
Then ~ Immigrants, long before Trump Presidency!
Buca interior
Bathroom art
Darwin
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For precipices, rocks, and torrents are durable things; and, being more striking to the fancy than any natural appearance in the plains take faster hold of the memory; and may therefore more frequently recur to the absent native, accompanied with an idea of the pleasure formerly enjoyed in those places, and with regret that he is now removed to so great a distance from them. ~ Page 25
From Rousseau’s ‘Confessions,’ which while not about nostalgia per se treats of a subject very close to it, namely those experiences that later give rise to pleasurable memory:
I have observed that, in the vicissitudes of a long life, the periods of the sweetest enjoyments, and the liveliest pleasures, are not however, those whose rememberance most wins or touches me. These short moments of delirium and passion, however, lively they may be, are no more, and that from their vivacity even, they very distant points pricked on the line of life. They are too rare and too rapid to constitute a state; and the happiness my heart regrets is not composed of fugitive instants, but a simple and permanent state, which has nothing violent in itself, but whose duration tempers the charm to a degree of reaching, at last, supreme felicity. ~ Page 26
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