11am and cautiously on. That ever-challenging balance between remaining planned and leaving space for random options. Another city and its own understanding of late autumn grey. Old streets crossing in between soft hills, briefly surrounding each other for a few miles to then disappear in these different valleys, heading elsewhere. Churches, worn-down factories, houses for rent and a layer of years covering these facades. A yearning for snow.
Along the way. Motionless. // 📷 lost-in-moments
After noon. Another city behind other windows again. Hazy sky hazy mind, too many individual oddyseys through unknown waters. And a lot of storytelling to happen in in kitchens. All the time. For the good stories and the less good ones.
10am and on (and the slow getting-back to the importance of time and hours). Steel blue sky and pale sun above another city and its concrete. Between these days, autumn moved forth in avenues sided by yellow and brown bushes decorated with bright red berries. Two young women are out for a walk with a crowd of small kids, spread all across the place collecting chestnuts and coloured leaves. A sound of wind in everything.
Weitergezogen, angekommen, zumindest örtlich. Die Stadt verbirgt sich noch hinter viel zu vielen Menschen. Enge Gassen, hohe alte Fassaden, überall Düfte und Klänge. Überwältigt. Sammeln, heute: Die Texte, die entstehen aus den ganzen Worten und Fragmenten, die vorbei treiben und nur teilweise hängen bleiben. Und alles, was sonst so ungesehen am Wegesrand bleibt.