I have learnt to see the sky with my eyes closed, to tell the weather by the birds behaviour. Enhanced senses do not leave me for a single minute here, they can only grow and decrease like the moon does.
Pale mists are are stretching from all directions, they are shimmering on the roofs and enveloping the trees. In this yet unspoiled silence I can hear strange sharp noises and I can see the colours I am still unfamiliar with. There are no clear days, no deep nights. Everything that is happening here is not a life, but an imitation.

Photographer:
ketiluftwaaffe
Uploaded:
2024-02-21
Albums:
Ilford Pan 100
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