Over time, Oscar Berg noticed that his photographs were becoming

beautiful, and this frightened him, so again he put his

camera away.  Certain scenes, however, demanded his attention.  He brought

out his camera, once more moved it an inch to

the left, or to the right, tipped it the tiniest

bit, and waited for the light’s perfect utterance.  He took

more and more pictures.  He could not stop himself. Their

beauty fascinated and repelled him.  He could not bear too

much beauty.  Beauty brought nostalgia into the picture.  Nostalgia slipped

itself between the lens and the object fixed before him.

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Paraphrases from the novel The Search for Heinrich Schlögel by Martha Baillie.

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