ami magyarul

Without realising, I wrote down "ami", which both means "that which is" in Hungarian ('magyarul') and "friend" in French. Familiar signs growing around me as I raise my eyes in streets of North-East Pest or the London underground. In a corridor at University waiting for exam-time or on the staff-board... A Hungarian name, a 'made in Hungary', and the complexities those words swallow for our good use.

Further on while I am searching for colours of those very grounds that project those signs. History bares no dress when one is shy and curious at the same time. Colours referring to the unsaid, to the patterns of life and craft of passing time, which itself is no pure human gift. There is a sense in which one re-creates time as representations go, but the responsibility is so complex there is no one road to it. Responsibility means having the time, means of traveling and walking, and making use of this time in the elsewhere one constructs as an observer. Of course such poetics are a choice, but can one reduce the image to mere personal experience in such media-spaces as blogging?

This is not to say - it would be absurd in the digital age - that each picture is an ethical choice, but merely this is the reflection upon me of my experience as well as the reflection of the eyes of passers-by looking dubiously at me for choosing this particular place and bus tire (see previous post) to stop and observe. They cannot be disconnected, as much as a digital picture is only rarely reserved 'private' today.

'ami' is both an affectionate relationship on my behalf to a certain place and people, as well as a sense of this very place, a part of it.
Similar to the effort of translation; a friendship and a place in the lense of the camera, l'effort du respect.