Lucas Dewaele, dagboek

Over fotografie en leven.

Category: Ghent

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Life is simple. When you know how to resist/withstand invisible power.

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Life is simple. After the job is done.

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Life is simple. It’s a seminar about the essentials.

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Life is simple. Go to Ghent, by train.

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Between Ghent and Bruges.

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(I made a horrible mistake today – my Fuji was in jpg-mode…)

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It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph — only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.

 Susan Sontag

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About distance.


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About the normal ability to communicate, again.

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About the childish ability to communicate.

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80 days of summer.

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80 days of summer, Sint Pietersabdij, Gent

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You don’t have to sort of enhance reality. There is nothing stranger than truth.

Annie Leibovitz

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(Being bride & photographer)

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(Another avoidable town – or is the photographer to blame?)

Real retrodiary (277)

(Exchanging thoughts and addictions)


Real retrodiary (276)

(Exchanging happiness and so forth. I felt in Italy, but it was just Flanders)

P.s. Mi sono immaginato in Italia, ma era solo il Belgio…..


Real retrodiary (274)

(Exchanging eyewinks)


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(Exchanging diagnostic bacteriology protocols)

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(Gentse Feesten)

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(Desperately waiting for a train and enjoying local landscapes)

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(Ghent in a hurry, a pity)

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(while the sun was shining, I was grasped by contemplation)

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(while the sun was shining, I was among socialists)