My Arms Are Wrapped In Frost
(Hoarfrost, Pt. IV)
[January, 2024]
(the tree with a hole insight)
(...) Doch weiß ich wohl, dass es, einsam wie ich bin, nicht das Meine sein kann. Viel lieber will ich unten am Fluss spazieren, die Sonnenstrahlen im Gesicht spüren, mich im nahen Finsterwald für unbestimmte Zeit verlieren. Alleine zwar, doch deswegen nicht minder gerne, brauche ich doch keinen äußeren Rahmen; Einsamkeit ist mein Innerer.
[2024/03/05, Innerer Rahmen]
Hereby, the last series from last winter. A day of action, rushing from one place to the other in order to capture all of this wonderful amount of hoarfrost. Any wind would have made these images impossible; but for whatever reason there was none. One in a million days this happens, I think. At the end, I was tired, but as happy as I could get.
2024/04/01, listening to 'Luminal Hill' by Federico Albanese
It's Could Outside (Hoarfrost)
