damn.
gambled and lost.
so difficult to catch something above the obvious in this martin parr city.
i don’t know any other city where your vision of a place needs to be that strong in order to overcome the visual surface.
each time i’m away, even back on the way to the airport, i keep thinking: yeah, next time… i’ll do it!
once back here i capitulate to the realities on the ground.
the spirit of the city is there.
the thousands of years of history, of human struggle, of the all-penetrating spirituality.
i just don’t see it.
but next time…