“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
(Source: wordpainting, via apoetreflects)
At dusk, The Gulbenkian Theatre, on the campus of the University of Kent, Canterbury.
The walkway round the Marlowe Theatre in Canterbury, which path I take to the town centre when I come down St. Thomas Hill upon which the university campus is located.
The Weavers Restaurant, Canterbury, UK.
Any landscape is a condition of the spirit. — Henri Frederic Amiel (via proseprunings)
(Source: apoetreflects, via proseprunings)
Pound Lane, Canterbury
The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world ‘picturesque.’ — Susan Sontag (via proseprunings)
The Blue Mosque, Istanbul