Late morning. Cautiously moving on, trying to find a trail for the next few hours. Watching low clouds dissolve in between these different structures and shades of stone and rock.A barking dog, cow bells, unknown and unseen birds in tall trees, and always a layer of raindrops on mossy surfaces. Moments of attention without too much thinking.
Detached. Out in the green. // 📷lost-in-moments
Evening. Outskirts. The stories of many individual pasts. And a park. // 📷 366skies
Drei Formen: Eicheln, Moos, und eine Feder, in der noch letzter Tau hängt. Blätter treiben auf reglosem Teich. Libelle als stummer Gast. Den eigenen Puls schlagen hören. Irgendwo immer etwas abseits des Trubels.
Close to 10am. Tracing the sun on a bright sky, almost halfway through the day without anything accomplished at all. Not even not feeling slightly guilty for that. Measuring, defining success, as an ongoing inner battle.