After noon. Clouds stayed, decided to bring thin rain that slowly gets more confident and strong. A different of these many faces to be seen here, and a bit of contemplation about to move on again. Still, waves.
📷 lost-in-moments
Der Wind wird stärker, das Meer lauter. Eigene Gedanken verfliegen im Abend wie der eigene neblige Atem in einem kalten Wintertag. Klettern über Geröll und umgestürzte Bäume. Abseits der großen und kleinen Stadt fehlte nur eine Fackel, ein Sturmlicht, die Elemente beisammen zu haben. Näher als das kommt man dem wohl nicht.
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10am and still, again, trembling. Storm on skin in hair in mind. Hazy sight, a veil of clouds and foam between here and everywhere else. Watching the day, speechless.
📷 lost-in-moments
(The icy forests and the brown fields. No lack of contrast under this bright sun. The ambivalence of being far from cities and admiring temporary retreats. Mind's still in fast motion.)
📷 lost-in-moments
10am. The greyness above the fields. Roads that hardly deserve that name. Barns falling to pieces in an indifferent stream of time. Heading for he shorelines again. As if being just a bit further from it makes one feel fragile and anxious even more. The calm in the waves.
📷 lost-in-moments