My father collected weights. Not for excercise -though moving them to every new house has proven to be quite the work-out- but because he had this idea that a philosopher is a weight that wants to way itself, and he was fond of the shine of old metal objects that had been used a lot. So i also have a collection of old nails, and tin inkpots, and all sorts of things that are a nightmare to pack but a little gift every time you unwrap them.
Today, in the window, the weights proved quite light.
Monday, May 10, 2010
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again - everything you shoot that's related to your dad has a whole other level to it. you should print this. really wonderful image.
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