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my father's final photo

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Kokubunji, 2024.03.16

My father was a regular photographer throughout his adult life. By some coincidence, he shot the same Olympus gear that I do. Anyway, I believe the above pic of a sailboat in a harbor in Canada's British Columbia is the final photo he ever took. I'm afraid the rest of his work is lost as he dispensed with his possessions in the years before his death -- quite unlike how it's done in my mother's side of the family! 8^)

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov