Street Song (Blue Alert)
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to slow it down
It doesn’t work
You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt
* The question remains, this question of where memories go when they fade, when they finally disappear into the night. I call this journey the road to ‘Nowhereville’, a familiar place, and yet, a lost place. I intend to go and search for these memories soon, and I intend to give them some substance, however fleeting that may be. And any help towards bringing this quest to fruition would be ever so much appreciated. As soon as I have enough fuel in the tank this journey can commence, and then I’ll find these sad old places…somewhere out there. Thank you for your time.
CameraVagrant 
These are glorious, Jean-Pierre. I like this new palette very much. I remember those stairs with the plants at their feet . . . and some of the others. Yes, your images stick in my mind.
And Madeleine Peyroux – aah!
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March 10, 2012 at 12:38 am
Wow, that’s so cool that you remembered that one! And there I was thinking I could slip a couple of old ones by…nah, it’s like you said there, I decided to try a new palette and see how it goes. Thanks for liking, Ashley!
Yep, and she’s pretty damn brilliant.
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March 14, 2012 at 3:23 pm
A good beginning. My fave: the open heart in the shuttered window, an appropriate symbol for your nowhereville journey, perhaps? Good work.
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March 10, 2012 at 5:25 am
Thanks so much, and yes, you are quite right, that shot might indeed be an appropriate symbol…Great observation!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:25 pm
Good photos, i like how they seem to be from another time. Where is this place?
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March 10, 2012 at 6:57 am
Thanks man! These are from a local town, just some obscure place in a pretty much obscure region of France. Another place in ‘Nowhereville’…
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March 14, 2012 at 3:27 pm
Lovley photos.
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March 10, 2012 at 7:19 am
Thanks so much, glad you liked them!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:28 pm
A fantastic series, JP. So much silence, sadness, loneliness and yet, so much beauty. I can imagine myself roaming these empty streets, lost in the thick silence. And it feels so good!
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March 10, 2012 at 10:20 am
Yes indeed, you read this series exactly how I intended it to come across, and that’s fantastic to hear. Oh yes, and even though it’s a lonely place, even though there’s silence & solitude, it still feels warm and welcoming, well, most of the time at least. Thanks, Sorin.
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March 14, 2012 at 3:35 pm
amaizing
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March 10, 2012 at 10:57 am
Glad you thought so, thanks so much!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:36 pm
Really nice images. Well done.
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March 10, 2012 at 2:18 pm
Thanks for the great compliment, much appreciated!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:37 pm
Luminous and haunting, solid and fleeting, I’m so there!
A swirling dream-scape of memories.
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March 10, 2012 at 5:18 pm
Wow, that’s nicely put, thanks so much Karen. And coming from one as talented as yourself this means the world to me.
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March 14, 2012 at 3:38 pm
A wonderful series CV.
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March 10, 2012 at 8:22 pm
Thanks Meanderer, that’s very kind of you.
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March 14, 2012 at 3:44 pm
Reblogged this on Berdseyeview and commented:
Photographs I’m almost crazy about! enjoy!
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March 11, 2012 at 8:07 am
I really appreciate the reblog, and also the compliments, thanks so much!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:45 pm
beautiful collection! so glad I found it.
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March 11, 2012 at 3:58 pm
What a kind thing to say, thanks so much!
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March 11, 2012 at 5:28 pm
jolis details!
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March 12, 2012 at 9:04 am
Merci beaucoup pour le compliment!
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March 14, 2012 at 3:39 pm
We paint them on the doors & we carve out hearts just to get of this walking blues. But there’s no escape from the blues. And there’s no escape frome the roads. Always there right in front of us telling us to move ahead: “How much gas in the car and how far can we go” (Eleni Mandell)
Another gem of an essay, JP!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
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March 12, 2012 at 3:34 pm
What great lyrics, and how ‘right’ they feel…I’m listening to some of her music as we speak, and man, I like very much indeed. Thanks brother, much appreciated. And so, onwards we travel…
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March 14, 2012 at 3:43 pm
Oh you’re in good form here, JP! The words are excellent and right with the images – but the images are the thing here! The textures, muted colours and lighting in the top one are something else, and so are the textures and colours on that stairway (3rd down).
Then the stylised woman drawn on the door – I would have gone in closer on that one I think, with the upper margin at the top of the window, and the lower margin at the corner of the building nearest to the camera.
Then the door with number 14 above it – the textures, and especially the colours, in that picture just blow me away!
And then the lighting in the bottom picture – you are up to standard here, my friend! Great photography! Keep on keeping on!!! Adrian
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March 12, 2012 at 6:56 pm
Ah yes, my friend and his close up’s, LOL. Yes, that’s a very good observation you made there, and to tell you the truth, I was in two minds about that particular shot – still am! As for that last one, well, I’ve done that shot before but weren’t too happy with the results, so I thought I would give it another bash. So I’m particularly glad to hear that you approve of that specific effort.
Thanks for the astute comments Adrian, and also thanks for the compliments. You know how much I appreciate it.
Cheers,
JP
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March 14, 2012 at 3:53 pm
a wonderful series of photos – street art and symbolism interwoven in the fabric of those atmospheric cobblestoned streets; the present on the past. A great direction to keep going in toward your project.
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March 13, 2012 at 2:56 am
Yes, I kinda see this as an accompanying series…very spot on observation that! You described so well what I’m trying to do with these, which is not something I usually vocalize – it’s more of an unconscious/instinctual process – so it’s great to hear the words spoken out ‘loud’. Thanks, Marina.
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March 14, 2012 at 4:01 pm
very cool..love the pics..
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March 14, 2012 at 6:01 am
That’s great, thanks so much Claudia!
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March 14, 2012 at 4:02 pm
As us old guys here in San Diego say, “bitchen!” Like these images.
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March 19, 2012 at 8:37 pm
You only get better as you go along. Keep at it.
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March 26, 2012 at 1:46 am
Hi George! Thanks so much for the vote of confidence, it really is ever so much appreciated you know. I’ve actually been meaning to email you, but it’s been so crazy lately with the project (and various other’s as well, LOL). Hope you’re well!
All the best,
JP
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March 27, 2012 at 11:11 am
As so many have stated I too am glad to have found your blog. It is a true reflection of ambiguity that can only be found in fading memories or as you say “Nowhereville”. And I love France, having been to Paris. But this is the part of France I wish I could have seen.
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March 31, 2012 at 1:35 pm
Ah yes, things around here are quite a bit different to what you would see and experience in Paris, and how! Two different countries, worlds in fact. And while I do miss the city lights (immensely sometimes) I do feel that the seclusion brings other aspects into focus. Thanks for the visit!
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March 31, 2012 at 5:54 pm
Your work in beautiful. I love the long shots.
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April 3, 2012 at 9:48 pm
So kind of you, thanks so much!
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April 3, 2012 at 9:52 pm