It Was Silent That Night
[Summer, 2021]
Under These Branches I Will Rest
In the previous months, I tried to capture mist at this place numerous times. Whenever I showed up, the weather forecast was positive on it but mist actually never really showed up. Recently, I decided to give it another try without thinking too much about it. The forecast stated that if the night should be clear, mist might show up. As I arrived, it was already dark but still cloudy so I excepted nothing too much. Somewhen, still at night, I woke up, and even before I looked out of the windows of my car, I realized the difference. It was silent, very silent. Instinctively, this was a clear sign for mist, and I was right. Shortly before 5 a.m., I made my way to these trees and started wandering around. For a brief moment, I suspected the mist will vanish as it had done during previous visits but it only changed, and fortunately went thicker. I put my shoes aside, and wandered barefoot through the wet meadows and forests. I guess not giving up sometimes may pay off in life. At least regarding photography, and those little sightings and wonders in nature.
Frankly, these images once again made me thinking. Looking back onto those, who let go of me way too early. I don’t wonder what they’re up to today. In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re living their daily life. A life of work, friends, partners and family. A life of a pretty standard routine. It is me still living kind of the same lonely life, as I already did ten years ago. I had woken up this very day in my car, and walked barefoot and all alone between and under those trees. Trying nothing else than to capture some proper photographs, I probably wouldn’t even have the chance to sell. Just for the sake of doing it, and art. I guess, I’m still free, but it is likely them to be happy. Will it all matter, the moment we finally die?
2021/07/16
