Above the Lac du Bourget in front of Aix les Bains, Savoie, France.
Niko, this is interesting for me.
I feel very little about your Mallorcan stuff, either for or agin, because, I suppose, Iíve been here for 31 years and counting and every guy doing local stock has masses of the same material buried somewhere.
By contrast, your Savoie picture really does appeal to me.
So, whatís going on here, in my
head? Am I incapable of seeing the local wood for the trees (groan!) or is it that distant grass is always greener, and that we are condemned to base all of our judgments on the measure of our own experiences and find it impossible to be objective in matters of taste?
I donít live in the States, and have never set eyes upon the Big Split, the Grand Erosion, but I have seen so many images of it that it has utterly stripped away any curiosity and I have not the remotest wish ever to visit it in reality.
This same ennui must, I imagine (never asked a medic to confirm), affect doctors as it does model photographers regarding the female body. After so much looking and pretty impersonal observation, is there a dulling of the erotic sensitivity when it comes down to personal relationships? As Iíve never been anyone but myself, I have no personal means of telling: canít run the same race twice. I guess neither can a doctor. Not much point in asking, I suppose.
But it makes one wonder.