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"Walking in the night with the dark houses over you, like monsters... No hospitable doors, no lit windows, just frowning darkness. Frowning and leering and sneering, the houses, one after another... I’ve had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime... I’ve had enough of thinking, enough of remembering."
- Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
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19 hours ago
Walking in the night

"Architecture is the art which so disposes and adorns the edifices raised by man for whatsoever uses, that the sight of them contributes to his mental health, power and pleasure."
- John Ruskin, The Seven Lamps of Architecture
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2 days ago
Architecture is the

"Even in the darkest of times we have the right to expect some illumination, and that such illumination may well come less from theories and concepts than from the uncertain, flickering, and often weak light that some men and women, in their lives and their works, will kindle under almost all circumstances and shed over the time span that was given them."
- Hannah Arendt, Men in Dark Times
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3 days ago
Even in the darkest

"Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting."
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
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4 days ago
Unfortunately, the c

"For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, The Lamplighter
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5 days ago
For we are very luck

"Great people of yore, kings and queens, buffoons and grave ambassadors, played their stately farce for centuries in Holyrood. Wars have been plotted, dancing has lasted deep into the night, murder has been done in its chambers."
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
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6 days ago
Great people of yore

"It was a back staircase, dark and narrow, but he was familiar with it already, and knew his way, and he liked all these surroundings: in such darkness even the most inquisitive eyes were not to be dreaded."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
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7 days ago
It was a back stairc

"...faint lights to burn in the high windows across the valley—the feeling grows upon you that this also is a piece of nature in the most intimate sense; that this profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock, is not a drop-scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of every-day reality"
- Robert Louis Stevenson, Picturesque Notes
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1 week ago
...faint lights to b

"When the sun went down a million little gaslights, shaped like the eyes in peacocks’ feathers, opened in their glass cages, but nevertheless broad stretches of darkness were left on the pavement."
- The Years, Virginia Woolf
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1 week ago
When the sun went do

"Our blue shadows are enormous! We move in a gigantic, joyful world!”
- Vladimir Nabokov
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1 week ago
Our blue shadows are

Exciting news, a collection of images is now available on the amazing Scotland in Frame. First time ever the images have been available as museum quality fine art prints.Dark Edinburgh is now released.

This completed photographic body of work explores the quieter, darker character of the city - where moments of atmosphere and stillness which often go unnoticed.

The curated collection is accompanied by a published journal, offering insight into the intent behind the work and the space it captures.

Part of Scotland in Frame Dark Edinburgh

More details via the website.

#DarkEdinburgh #ScotlandInFrame #EdinburghPhotography
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1 week ago
Exciting news, a col

"Nothing mattered, really, because an anonymous city is the moral equivalent of a darkened room.”
- Denise Mina, Exile
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2 weeks ago
Nothing mattered, re

"There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light,—sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more."
- Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of the Four
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2 weeks ago
There was, to my min

"Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
- T.S. Eliot, Rhapsody on a Windy Night
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2 weeks ago
Every street lamp th
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