Mirrored Mobility

Clouded View

Today it will rain. On the road
black cars are abandoned, but the clouds
ride above, their wisdom intact.

They are predictions. They never matter.

Clouds, Philip Levine

Reflections of Reality

Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
Deep into some mystery
Deep into that mystery

All photographs were taken in Ghent (Belgium).

Words by David Gray, Please forgive me (lyrics).

A Hint of Summer

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

Albert Camus (1913-1960)

All photographs were taken near Calais (France).

Northern Lights

“Night is a world lit by itself.”

Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968), Voces

All photographs were taken in Manchester (UK).

Partly cloudy

“The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.”

Elizabeth Gaskell (1810 – 1865)

Modern Trashures ?

Walking on a beach after a rough night´s storm isn´t what it used to be.

Centuries ago you would find pieces of fir timber, bales of wood or -  if you are more spiritsually inclined – bottles of rum. Nowadays, you mostly find pieces of our so-called civilized society. Or in other words plastic junk. Kind of sad what we do to nature.

Maybe it´s high time for a relevant New Year’s resolution: Treat our Earth better. Whatever means we have and wherever we might live on this beautiful planet.