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Ron Fricke's Baraka is a gigantic leap in mapping the far ends of our small world. Here are some magnificent snaps from the non narrative epic
Ron Fricke's Baraka is a gigantic leap in mapping the far ends of our small world. Here are some magnificent snaps from the non narrative epic
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| Everyone seems to have somewhere to go and somewhere to look |
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| Staircases full with people, no one talks |
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| To each his own world |
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| Japanese worker in his modern cabin |
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| The beggar who gets nothing |
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| Still nothing |
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| Tattoos to broadcast thoughts |
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| People bathing with limited resources |
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| Breakfast means a small plastic cup of tea everyday |
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| Work.Raise.Survive.Play |
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| Still got bed |
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| First Floor |
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| I sleep with no worries, but when I wake up.. |
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| Beg.Play.Sleep. What's school |
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| Beating mosquitoes and heat with AC exhausts outside shopping mall |
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| I See the light |
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| Twice two is four. All the rest is nonsense |
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| If I set my price lower would you like me more? |
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| Money and Apathy |
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| A deserted prison site |
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| Back then shoes had longer lives than a lot of people |
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| Yes. It all happened right here. |
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| Or should I show my killer face |
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| Locals at Ganges banks, India |
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| Behind me are so many memories, but there's no point in remembering them |
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| "Good-bye,' he said with sudden force, and his eyes gleamed with their last light." |
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| In the end what matters is how much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you |
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| Humanity in flow |
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