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On the grounds of the Institute for Advanced Study, in Princeton, NJ, is a wooded area with a few wide trails — nothing you could get lost in, but just big enough to feel like a proper midday excursion.  With the Hasselblad in tow, as well as with too many film varieties to maintain any visual consistency, we set out after breakfast on a long walk, the quiet punctuated with the occasional woodpecker rat-a-tat in the near distance.  Perhaps it’s because I’m in the middle of Geoff Dyer’s Zona, a meditation on watching and rewatching Tarkovsky’s Stalker, or maybe it’s because my own intrepid guide looked the part — but looking at these photographs now, there’s something much more focused, more determined, than I think we had intended. When we finally got to the ruins, did we find what we were looking for?  In the bright midday sun, everything seemed much too obvious and apparent to be real, the answers at once right at hand and clearly not what they seemed. (Ruins?  In Princeton?!).  Tarkovsky would’ve been proud.
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