In between hours. Watching the play of Christmas lights above the backyards. A late bus passing through the stop, empty, like a blurred yellow ghost heading outbound. Restoring some rudimentary order: Living room. Kitchen. Tired laziness wrestling that anxiety of how next morning might welcome a sleepy soul. No real sense of time yet.
📷 noir
Etwas nördlich: Gefrorener Boden, gefrorener Wirsing. Die alte Christrose verliert ihre Blüten. Mäusespuren im Laubenschuppen, struppiger Herbst noch zwischen den Beeten. Vögel füttern zu den Glocken der Mittagszeit. Antrittsbesuch, wie um das Rauhe hier draußen milde zu stimmen.
📷 lost-in-moments
Afternoon: A light wind, a soft light. Vanishing. Reshaping. Translucent, elusive. // 📷 366skies
Afternoon. The sky is quiet and at least that's where we are then and now. // 📷 366skies
Infrastructure. In between. // 📷 366skies