Where All My Limbs Will Become Trees
Ich habe keine Bekannten hier, empfange keinen Besuch,- trotzdem fühle ich mich zuhause. Zumindest dann, wenn ich vor die Türe trete und durch die Kälte spaziere. Wenn es aber nicht das Zwischenmenschliche ist - was macht ein Zuhause dann aus?
Already a change in weather forecasted, this was supposed to be my last try to photograph winter in a well-known forest around. As I approached early in the morning, it seemed too windy to be worth it. I kept going anyway, at least to do a hike. The fog wasn’t very dense, and at the beginning I didn’t like it. The structure seemed to clear. Then, I decided to give it a try and took the images shown here. It was different than in previous visits, but probably still worth it. The post-processing turned out more natural than usually. Honestly, I don’t know why I chose it that way but probably it fits just fine.
2024/02/11, listening to 'As Much As Possible' by Bing & Ruth
It Is Could Outside (Hoarfrost)