Here is a photo of a stainless steel bin at the ice cream palour in Seibu Department store, and as you can see there is a reflection of the three of us...
Nice ice cream... Kihachi, if you're interested. I had chocolate. They call it Soft Cream, rather than ice cream. It's the sort that comes out of a tap, you know what I mean.
But outside there was a flavour of winter - cold, cloudy and chilly. I wore my fleece. On reflection a sensible choice.
Friday, October 29, 2004
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your hidden form.... reminds me somewhat of a Hitchcokian viewpoint of barely letting the viewer get a glance at the master. Case in point this lovely picture of the silvery barrel and you partially hidden behind the camera's lens... I hope to see more of your photos and more of your insightful viewpoints of the world around you. You haven't written in a while... you must be tied up behind the philosophies of the cd movie world ....blown away by the staggeringly precise nature of the universe. Or maybe you're just having some quality time with your child. In either case ... i look to another installment of the Cargo Cult, soon.
Emil
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