Throwback August 9, 2015. Quite a bit earlier, originally on Instagram. This place hasn't changed much ever since and it's interesting to notice being in the same location on actually the same day in another fast-paced summer.
A bit later. Quiet room in the farthest corner of the house, watching the first leaves fall from the ancient apple tree. A sigh for the season and a moment of contemplating movement and speed before becoming moving faster again. Chatter with a hazy sun.
Dorfmorgen, alle Arten von Echos in einem unruhigen Inneren, aber das alte Haus duftet noch irgendwie nach Sommern und lässt den Moment etwas leichter werden. Zwielicht, Selbstwerdung, Schatten schwerer Äste und großer Blätter zwischen hier und dem Horizont. Erste Schritte treppab, auf kaltem glattem Holz. Gesicht im Wasser, Augen geschlossen, Hineinhören in die formlose Leere des frühen Morgens. Deutlich vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute!
Settling the week. Darkness pulled across the meadows quite a while ago. The sound of the creek, louder most of this year. Two small lit rectangles out there. An other house is still at least a bit awake. No footsteps on the street, and just a very distant sound of traffic down the road that cuts through fields and forest. Tired enough again to call it a day, unsure whether the momentum of the week has already worn off enough for that. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Afternoon under still troubled clouds. Sun piercing through, drying wet old roads. A black cat strolling down the small fence separating meadows along imaginary borders. Shadows of trees, and always an uncanny feeling of the known unknown in places mostly owned by years bygone.