white moths in the headlights

a scattering of stars

this is the land, and the people, and the relations between

if these images are amateurish in their presentation, perhaps they might still serve to frame the discussion. we talk of landscape painting and the quest for the sublime, or an equivalence to photojournalism.

 

the river dammed and the valley underwater, oaks and rocks and villages lost, with only a historical marker to point the way. this leads to suggestions that nostalgia is an end in itself, the critique embedded within the remembrance.

heat and all over stars

 

but at the end we can present no solutions, only observations, and this necessitates a reevaluation or a reconfiguration of what has been presented.

a real element of regret there