While living in Bonn, I often went to the local art house cinema, the Brotfabrik (bread factory), not knowing what to expect. I was often rewarded with surprises, but few were as impressionable as watching The Woman in the Dunes by Hiroshi Teshigahara.
The next morning I went to a bookstore (yes, it’s that long ago) and bought Kobo Abe’s book with the same title. The book, while still worth reading, pales compared to the film, which is still sticking with me, in particular when I visit dunes
The pictures here are from Oregon in 1994, when I visited Christine and Tom.
I paid them back their hospitality by taking these pictures.
And no, we did not try to reenact the film. But the intensity of the landscape almost too easily distills the personality of the visitor.
If I ever feel like emotional cleansing, I will walk the Oregon Dune Trail.
The Inner Frame 