Reticulate
Reticulate is the blog & creative playground of David Henzell. It is also both of these, the other way around. Thermostatic reactions to the world around me.
Reticulate is the blog & creative playground of David Henzell. It is also both of these, the other way around. Thermostatic reactions to the world around me.
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With uncertainty around the corner, comes vulnerability in the present. Preparation for change takes an open heart if I am to truly flourish in The Kingdom of the Stork.
Unearthing the Soul's Symphony: A Whimsical Odyssey through the Hidden Realms of Norns & Organelle.
Monkey see, monkey do. Apparently. Today I ponder unnecessarily about mass media consumption, war reporting and trams. In no particular order.
For me, visiting historical holocaust sites is an essential, personal act that ensures the memory of the holocaust endures and serves as a powerful reminder of the consequences of hatred and intolerance: On Desecration.
Step into a kaleidoscope of unseen hues, where reality dances with vibrant secrets. A hidden world, of surreal painted landscapes, captivated hearts and inspired wanderlust - Warsaw Aerochrome.
Warsaw is known as the city that survived it's own death. But what exactly was the uprising of 1944 and why does it leave such an impenetrable, intangible feeling that still defines this place so many years on?
My brother has by wellbeing at heart. I know that. Lest I become bored in my favourite city, he set me a photographic challenge. Capture nine random subjects on camera. Simples. Challenge accepted.
A single image captures a moment in time. Powerful, yet arbitrary. In reality there is movement, subtle and sublime. The holocaust sites of Poland & Lithuania, captured in time-lapse are, indeed, still moving.
Warsaw sparkles. A sense of calm comes over me as I walk its streets. Facades crumble, and the wind sweeps around corners. This is a city of pure, undiluted history. This is Warsaw: Silvertone.
The objects displayed in pristine glass cabinets at the holocaust memorials of Poland are accompanied by terse descriptions. But what stories do they really tell? What is left after their owners have left this earth? Artefact.
From the dawn shadows flickering on a wall, to the frantic determination of being in practice. Cold mornings in the misty woods collide with cosy fatigue as computer screens flicker. Another day. Another life.