Andere graue Städte in jener seltsamen Zeit zwischen den Jahren. Gesichter, die man kennt, ohne sich an Namen zu erinnern. Leere Plätze, geschlossene Türen, dunkle Fenster. Der Fluss bleibt hörbar, vieles andere schweigt. Und in manchen Situationen ist man vorsichtig dankbar dafür.
5pm and a pastel sunset. One single star on an otherwise calm sky. Surrounded by a different city and its glaring emptiness. Trying to be part of it, as good as possible yet never good enough.
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.