“Suddenly the wind ceased. The air seemed motionless around us. We were off, going at the speed of the air-current in which we now lived and moved. Indeed, for us there was no more wind; and this is the first great fact of spherical ballooning. Infinitely gentle is this unfelt motion forward and upward. The illusion is complete: it seems not to be the balloon that moves, but the earth that sinks down and away…
Villages and woods, meadows and chateaux, pass across the moving scene, out of which the whistling of locomotives throws sharp notes. These faint, piercing sounds, together with the yelping and barking of dogs, are the only noises that reach one through the depths of the upper air. The human voice cannot mount up into these boundless solitudes. Human beings look like ants along the white lines that are highways; and the rows of houses look like children’s playthings.”
Alberto Santos-Dumont (1873 – 1932), My Air-Ships
All photographs were taken near Bruges (Belgium).
All photographs were taken at Zeche Zollverein (Essen/Germany), an active hard coal mine from 1851 till 1986.
The Zeche is now an UNESCO World Heritage Site.
The fleeting touch
of a slight summer breeze
moving up North.
Timid rays of sunlight
through hasty moving clouds
interrupting my noonday dreams.
Painting transient pictures
on Nature´s canvas
a delicate invisible brush.