17 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
I was up in the early hours staring out my window at the full moon and the Matterhorn bathing in its light. I had awakened drained, partly hung over and in need of food. But it was Sunday and on Sunday nothing was open. I obtained just a cup of coffee and a bit of cheese, which was hardly enough to provide any additional strength. Well here I go, one ski lift to another and the valley below disappeared in the distance. I guess you could say I was kind of a novelty being a first time skier and the group was set on taking me to the top of the mountain. (more…)
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18 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Sometimes when I take photographs I place more value on where I am standing than what I am looking at. In Rouen I stood where Monet stood. I preferred the light and shade of a subject, the dark spaces that define its character and capture the surroundings of the moment, revealing its alternations. That evening’s twilight was a symphony colored in grey and rose that I watched as I waited for the sun to set. (more…)
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20 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
I attached myself to the rear of a group touring Notre Dame. After I came down from the tower I found myself sitting among delinquents in the square just outside the church. After I finished a cigarette I proceeded down to the Louve. It took me all day to wander its halls, a maze of inconveniences. I planned on coming back in a day or two to catch up on what I missed. I always wanted to learn how to paint, so I enjoyed watching the students copy the masters. (more…)
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21 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
The wind blowing through the trees surrounding Versailles whispered voices from it past. Is it a revolt? No it is a revolution. Words. Words that had challenged the cast system of the church and the rich. Science, literature and invention tore the fabric of the aristocrats. It started here. A revolution now and then can be healthy thing. I followed an English speaking tour to gather additional information. It was a beautiful home but the maintenance bill must have been outrageous. I guess it is good to be King? (more…)
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22 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Along side the rising sun and took the early train toward St. Malo. On that train I caught up on filling out stories on post cards and when I finally reached St. Malo the post office was my first destination. I was still disappointed that I had lost my address book back in Scotland, but on the other hand I had fewer cards to fill out. After I got situated in my room, I took a walk along the shore. The ocean was crashing against the wall with an authority that made me feel alive. (more…)
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