Hidden (Camera Lucida): Six

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Hidden 6

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Behind the Fence

Hidden 6

Hidden (Camera Lucida): Five

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Hidden 5

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Impersonating the Grass

Hidden 5

Hidden (Camera Lucida): Four

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Hidden 4

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Hiding from the Neighbours

Hidden 4

Hidden (Camera Lucida): Three

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Hidden 3

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Greener Grass on the Other Side

Hidden 3

Hidden (Camera Lucida): Two

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Hidden 2

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Disguised Railway Carriage

Hidden 2

Hidden (Camera Lucida): One

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Hidden 1

“Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.”
Patrick Süskind

Hide and seek

When playing the game
Of hide and seek
To hide one’s true name
Takes a lot of effort and technique

Hiding in plain sight
In the revealing daylight
A game only for the smart
As played for the art

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Camera Lucida: Autumn Lane

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Week Eleven: Autumn Lane

 

“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson

Camera Lucida: Autumn Lane

The view from my window
Almost like a suburban meadow
Nature growing wild and free
Only a glimpse of the road I see
The pathway to our house
Narrow and more fitting for a mouse
Black asphalt with a touch of green
Surrounded by colours more gorgeous
Than I ever seen
Mirror mirror on the wall
Which of the seasons
Is the prettiest of them all
Why Autumn of course
Such a nature’s force

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