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We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can.


Okay, okay, settle down. It's another "surface of the water" shot. I can't help it that I like them. This one I'll call The Curse of Transcendental idealism or, Wer bin ich?.

I don't like the label neo-Kantian. I am far more comfortable proclaiming myself a neo-Fichterian. I proudly proclaim that that self-consciousness is a social phenomenon, and that every subject's self-awareness is predicated on the existence of other rational subjects!

Christ, I have to stop reading Kundera on the bus, it brings up all sorts of stuff I thought long buried...
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Chris Wolf said…
the surface of the water appears almost quilted-quite lovely
28 August 2009 at 11:21
Kris McCracken said…
Only a bit colder!
28 August 2009 at 13:30
Kris McCracken said…
Of that, I am glad!
28 August 2009 at 14:19
yamini said…
The texture of this photograph is nice. Looks like a quilt, as Chris said.
Your water-photos are becoming a good collection now. You should think of putting them up for exhibition seriously.
28 August 2009 at 14:23
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I don't kiss enough backsides...
28 August 2009 at 14:26
Anonymous said…
I like "water surfaces" too. It's like the dividing line between two different worlds as we know it.

It looks terribly cold!
28 August 2009 at 16:20
yamini said…
You have to do THAT to put up an exhibition!!!! Why??
28 August 2009 at 21:16
Roddy said…
It looks like a wall hanging on one of my past jobs. That one was stark white. Same texture.
29 August 2009 at 07:02
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, I am far too timid to give it a try.
31 August 2009 at 11:39
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it seems to be how the world works.
31 August 2009 at 11:40
yamini said…
Dnt worry, change is round the corner.
31 August 2009 at 14:47
Roddy said…
Spirit 3. In the passengers bar/restaurant.
31 August 2009 at 21:06
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