Posts in A Quieter Tale
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Peccioli is a charming village on the rolling hills of Valdera and a delight to explore on foot. While strolling through the street, I was almost fooled by the window on this corner house. Look again, it's actually a painted on window known as trompe l’oeil (trick of the eye).

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This is a bike that has been through many days of braving the sun, the wind, and the rain. I especially like the delicate touches left on the tray and dustpan whose once-bright colors had slowly faded into this beautiful new pastel palette of light amber and icy blue.

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I am attracted to the different tones of green in this photo, especially the next area where the entire space has been dramatized by an eerie teal green glow. It is an illusion caused by the surrounding tinted glass, making the separation feels like a doorway to an unknown dimension.

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Two strange rocks. This work of Mother Nature stands on the north coast of Taiwan — The Twin Candlestick Islets, originally a natural arch but the top has collapsed making them look like two candlesticks. From this angle, I almost thought they look more like two proud sea lions.

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In winter, these cherry trees that stretch few miles along Meguro River are stripped to bare bones, exposing a glimpse of the red arch bridge afar. The hint of red is also reflected in the river making it hard for one to take the eye off this welcoming burst of red.

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A Quieter Tale ◡ 031

The beauty of sheer effort to tell one to stay away from the turtle eggs 🐢 🥚. I find it fascinating to see a wide range of materials used to fence off this area — A green plastic milk crate, some wood planks, and stakes, a handful of rocks and stones, a piece of red fabric, two written notes with sheet protectors and a few yards of thick linen thread.

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Hiroshi Sugimoto's Confession of Zero discreetly resides in an 18th-century chapel with a small window as the only source of light in the space. As I entered the space before adjusting to the darkness around, my eye was drawn to these two triangular shadows facing off against each other — with so much tension and energy.

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