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Borderless Deceit
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Throughout the novel I tried to capture the many different ways Berlin presented itself over the course of four seasons. Here is a sampling of some of the photos I took while living there. If you are interested in copying or using them, please have a look at the copyright notice.
Gallery 1: Ottawa Winters
Page 105: The snow continued its irresistible accumulation throughout the weeks that followed. Nor was there much respite from the northwest gales and record wind chills, or cleanups from the steady dumps of twenty, sometimes thirty centimetres. The shoveled mountains grew high; the suburbs mutated into vast white tombs; only wisps of smoke from chimneys signaled that inside a citizenry was surviving. The muttering down there in the buried chambers was about the deep freeze, about the forced incarceration. This squeeze on life, how long could it go on?
Gallery 2: Skiing in Gatineau
Page 105: The snow continued its irresistible accumulation throughout the weeks that followed. Nor was there much respite from the northwest gales and record wind chills, or cleanups from the steady dumps of twenty, sometimes thirty centimetres. The shoveled mountains grew high; the suburbs mutated into vast white tombs; only wisps of smoke from chimneys signaled that inside a citizenry was surviving. The muttering down there in the buried chambers was about the deep freeze, about the forced incarceration. This squeeze on life, how long could it go on?
Gallery 2: Skiing in Gatineau
Page 105: The snow continued its irresistible accumulation throughout the weeks that followed. Nor was there much respite from the northwest gales and record wind chills, or cleanups from the steady dumps of twenty, sometimes thirty centimetres. The shoveled mountains grew high; the suburbs mutated into vast white tombs; only wisps of smoke from chimneys signaled that inside a citizenry was surviving. The muttering down there in the buried chambers was about the deep freeze, about the forced incarceration. This squeeze on life, how long could it go on?
Gallery 2: Skiing in Gatineau
Page 105: The snow continued its irresistible accumulation throughout the weeks that followed. Nor was there much respite from the northwest gales and record wind chills, or cleanups from the steady dumps of twenty, sometimes thirty centimetres. The shoveled mountains grew high; the suburbs mutated into vast white tombs; only wisps of smoke from chimneys signaled that inside a citizenry was surviving. The muttering down there in the buried chambers was about the deep freeze, about the forced incarceration. This squeeze on life, how long could it go on?
