Anne Frank's window Amsterdam 1973
Twenty nine years before I took this picture a fifteen year old girl was dragged away from the house in which I stood to be murdered. To be killed by order of the state.
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi
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Anne Frank's window Amsterdam 1973
Twenty nine years before I took this picture a fifteen year old girl was dragged away from the house in which I stood to be murdered. To be killed by order of the state.
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi
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Anne Frank's window Amsterdam 1973
Twenty nine years before I took this picture a fifteen year old girl was dragged away from the house in which I stood to be murdered. To be killed by order of the state.
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi
Looking out from her refuge I wondered. She would have seen this tree in springtime bud. Seen the reflective waters of the canal at night. She was a child.
Caught off guard in the instant I felt the full force of our capacity for homicidal prejudice, arrogance, ignorance. How easily we can be driven by dogma without reason.
There is no absolute knowledge. We are not gods. All is relative. Living in each moment in the possibility of error. Always on the brink of the known.
I felt such a coldness as I have never known, as if touched by the hand of death.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” - Rumi