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