Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures

The Wall 11


February 5, 2015

Here’s the whole wall. As you can see, I didn’t squeeze from it all the goodies I could have. Maybe that’s because I became distracted by the paving (or was it an old concrete floor—maybe both at different times) and the dumpster in front of the wall.

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16 responses

  1. I could spend the better part of the day here.

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    February 5, 2015 at 8:32 AM

    • I’m sure you could, Ken. It was an unexpected treasure trove.

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      February 5, 2015 at 10:45 AM

  2. Leslie Organ

    it’s fun to see the whole mine from which you’ve already extracted some gold.

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    February 5, 2015 at 10:37 AM

    • Thanks, Leslie. I thought people might like to see the whole wall out of curiosity; I don’t think this is an interesting photo in itself.

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      February 5, 2015 at 10:47 AM

  3. nannus

    If you allow a link as a comment (if you don’t, don’t hesitate to delete this): http://asifoscope.org/2015/01/06/the-patina-of-reality/

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    February 5, 2015 at 4:00 PM

    • After following your link and reading what you have written there, how could I possibly delete your link? What a wonderful essay and discussion about reality and its patina, accompanied by superb photographs. Particularly relevant to my series The Wall is this passage from your blog post: “By looking at those undescribed details and by describing them, we can lift some of them into our emulated everyday world, or lower ourselves into that fascinating world of undescribed and often functionless detail. This is a meditation-like exercise that is worth the effort.” Thank you, Andreas, for calling my attention to your post.

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      February 5, 2015 at 4:59 PM

      • nannus

        Thank you. :°)
        The images are, of course, from Tokidoki (highly recommended blog, in case you don’t know it already).

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        February 6, 2015 at 2:45 PM

  4. It’s good to step back and see the whole place. Context!

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    February 8, 2015 at 12:03 PM

    • Thanks, Lynn. It’s not always possible to step back, but it was here.

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      February 8, 2015 at 2:17 PM

  5. Hi Linda, Nice study and essay!
    I just came across an Instagram site showcasing Rust photos. I thought it might interest you.

    http://instagram.com/flaming_rust

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    February 9, 2015 at 11:32 AM

    • Thank you, Eduardo. I spent quite a while looking at the Instagram rust photos, including some really really wonderful ones. Thanks for letting me know about them.

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      February 9, 2015 at 12:05 PM

  6. nannus

    Where is this? This place seems to be worth a trip. One of the main attractions of the city, tourists should go there 😉 Truly amazing! Forget all those cathedrals and stuff… Why not start “Scratch and Rust Tours”.

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    February 17, 2015 at 4:50 PM

    • This is Sarasota, Florida, in an alley just north of Main Street between Palm Avenue and Pineapple Street. Ah, but you are kidding me, Andreas!

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      February 18, 2015 at 9:02 PM

      • nannus

        Yes ;-), but these are the real sights of the place, so they should also be the tourist attractions as well 🙂

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        February 19, 2015 at 2:27 AM

        • Well, they are the real sights for the likes of us, but I’m not so sure about the average tourist.

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          February 19, 2015 at 12:06 PM

          • nannus

            Well, it might be a niche market… 🙂

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            February 19, 2015 at 12:14 PM

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