Chris Jadatz

Photography 2007–2017

 

Titles:
Henry David Thoreau
Trumbull Stickney
Wittgenstein.

You lean over my meaning’s edge and feel a dizziness of the things I have not said
Leaves Expanded May Be Prevailing Blue Mixed with Yellow of the Sand
I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity
since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial
The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.
a new language for error surmised of the wrongs inflicted thereupon
I Used to Wonder at the Halo of Light Around My Shadow and Would Fancy Myself One of the Elect
Fearing That They Would Be Light-headed for Want of Food and Also Sleep
The Rays Which Stream Through the Shutter Will Be No Longer Remembered When the Shutter Is Wholly Removed
After Soaking Two Years and Then Lying High Six Months It Was Perfectly Sound Through Waterlogged past Drying
The Sun Is but a Morning Star
Perhaps the Wildest Sound That Is Ever Heard Here Making the Woods Ring Far and Wide
Stirring Them up as the Keeper of a Menagerie His Wild Beasts
As if It Would Have a Universal and Memorable Ending
A Sullen Rush and Roar
A Low and Distant Sound Gradually Swelling and Increasing
Over and over again, a thousand voices shout: No Image! No Message!
The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity
All struggle is against impermanence
Their Roots Reaching Quite Under the House
theres no way to know what you did wrong
A Young Forest Growing Up Under Your Meadows
The Finest Qualities of Our Nature like the Bloom on Fruits Can Be Preserved