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This is what is was all about on our Tour du Mont Blanc trip: the Alps and our gear. Notice all the trekking poles? I almost didn't take mine, but I am so glad that I did. It was a great asset.
I thought that I would start my Alps pictures with a Holga shot since I spent a lot of time this weekend scanning in the 10 rolls of Holga negatives from the trip. :-) I won't be posting pictures from my trip in any real chronological order. In fact, for many pictures, I probably won't know exactly where on the Tour du Mont Blanc trail the picture was taken although I think I know for this one. I believe this is from a coffee house in Switzerland along the trail. That was one thing that was unexpected but very welcome about the Tour du Mont Blanc (TMB): refuges and coffee houses (most extremely basic) spaced periodically along the trail. We would usually encounter a couple each day along the route.
Taken with my Holga 120N using Arista Edu Ultra 400 B&W film. The first time that I've used this film.
'You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.'
- Maya Angelou, 'Still I Rise'
Posted on 02 October, 2006 (31)
I thought that I would start my Alps pictures with a Holga shot since I spent a lot of time this weekend scanning in the 10 rolls of Holga negatives from the trip. :-) I won't be posting pictures from my trip in any real chronological order. In fact, for many pictures, I probably won't know exactly where on the Tour du Mont Blanc trail the picture was taken although I think I know for this one. I believe this is from a coffee house in Switzerland along the trail. That was one thing that was unexpected but very welcome about the Tour du Mont Blanc (TMB): refuges and coffee houses (most extremely basic) spaced periodically along the trail. We would usually encounter a couple each day along the route.
Taken with my Holga 120N using Arista Edu Ultra 400 B&W film. The first time that I've used this film.
'You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.'
- Maya Angelou, 'Still I Rise'
Posted on 02 October, 2006 (31)