Dear diary,
It’s been five months since I have heard ringing in my head for the first time, and now five months later, this is a first time when I don’t hear and feel it anymore for more then 6 straight days. I am slowly coming on the outside. But slowly. I can clearly feel, when I need to back up and hide.
This is my favorite season of the year. Late Summer and the beginning of the Autumn. The light changes and the smell of the air is moist and soft. Not crispy like in the winter. Yes, it’s a smell. And a feeling.
I am observing the light every day. When we wake up and when we’re going to sleep. That picture was taken by the sunrise, a few days ago. A few moments later, and the scene was not there anymore. Though forever here.
I wonder how many people read those fragments here. How many of you are here? I would like to have a conversation- please leave a comment if you’re still here. My plan is to be here much more often than ever. It gives so much pleasure to write and share photography in a place, that is not controlled by algorithms. Also a place where I am not forced to look at things, like on Instagram for example. Creating both words and pictures requires looking and listening - but to the real world, not the world on a screen.
This is just rumbling, but I thought I will share those few words with you.
And I hope to hear from you too.
I'm a little late, but I'm here :) Keep it going!
I am here and read all your texts!