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A thought-provoking series of images by Marc Wilson via Another Place Mag, documenting the remains of first world war mountain forts in the alps as they are reclaimed by nature.
Info reposted from Another Place
book - As with his previous titles, Marc is releasing ‘Remnants’ as a photobook through his own imprint two&two Press. It’s available to pre-order now through his Kickstarter campaign. It’s a wonderful body of work, and those familiar with Marc’s previous books will know how fantastic the book will be, so we highly recommend heading over and supporting the campaign. Below you can see a few spreads from the book…
An interesting recording of Lake Powell by Forest Woodward, accompanying his images with captions documenting his thoughts on his experience and the surrounding area during the shooting of each image.
He even documents all the wildlife he’s encountered during the project.
I slept by the river last night. Smoked too many cigarettes. I watched a translucent spider weave a strange dance and woke to the Paria greeting the Colorado, the laughter of kindred currents gurgling downstream. Condors dozing, wings wrapped in clay, dreaming Pleistocene dreams in the cradle of a brown god that never sleeps. Breakfast in Page. Last-minute supply run, sunscreen, mezcal, apples, oats, coffee, jerky.
I have four days and a packraft, and I am fairly open to seeing where the wind and my stubby craft will take me. Emergent design if you will. In 2015, I sea kayaked 90 miles from Hall’s Crossing, on the lake’s western edge, to Glen Canyon Dam, and these two trips will mean I’ve paddled it end to end. A rather arbitrary achievement, and one that takes no account of the most interesting part—that the landscape here is never the same twice, and each canyon holds its own beauty and melancholy.
I walk out to a spot below the dam where someone not too long ago sat amidst the hum of turbines and carved the outline of a buffalo into the rock, along with an inscription that everything that was grasped by man would one day be free again. But now it’s gone.. Erased from the soft stone along with all the other marks of passing. I watch a canoe pick its way up the Colorado towards the base of the dam, slow strokes against deep current. It looks cool down there in the shade of the canyon, where the water moves again.
A cool couple of images from Al Brydon on twitter. Follow him here.
Another great technical piece from fellow Substackers Paper Arts Collective, this time focusing on colour spaces.
A great single shot seen on Bryan Schutmaat’s Tumblr.