polka

 

jumping from rehearsals in the studio straight to the construction site of the building of my friends house *which will be the coolest ecohouse! D.I.Y style!* i like this balance. these days i less identify myself with a profession, which is somewhat weird cause it leaves a void inside of me, but with the void comes the space and the freedom. interesting to observe how space and freedom can be almost threatening at times, simply because it is unknown.   

wine and porridge for supper, another ‘best of two worlds’ scenario. how are you doing this tuesday evening?

in and out

  no e-numbers. all natural colors. happy sunday.

diskbänksrealism

 

wish i could explain that word and the associations that come with it. but i can not. and it has nothing to do with sinks, after all. or coffee cups. it just happened to be like that. and on the other hand, there are so many important moments that take place in the kitchen. but again, that is not my point.

just adding all those little moments together and it equals a life. yep, how strange isn’t that?

things that i like to do

 

cutting walls with big, noisy tools *that i do not even know the name of*, then breaking the wall with a huge, heavy hammer, preferably while screaming. arrrrrghhh! just as therapeutic as digging and weeding in the garden. or baking a loaf of bread.

my friend adi took the pictures.

not today

 

but another day. tiredness has hit me, what a speedy speedy day.

snow break

   

it is either hailing, raining or snowing today. snow is the top favorite, by far…

where i was born

          

…it looks a little bit like this. sometimes. depends on which angle you observe from.

two great songs i keep singing this week, 1 and 2. and my ipod shuffle seems to have a spooky way of choosing tracks referring only to a certain period or a certain person, nothing else. is it supposed to be a hint of some sorts? thanks for your sweet comments on the last post, i am slightly behind with responding, but always happy to read. love and hugs.

a rose is a rose is a rose

 

i remember feeling so happy catching this moment in the subway in berlin quite some years ago.i think i just bought the postcard on some flea market. another trip down memory lane, going through all the photos i took before i had a digital camera. it makes me want to go back to photographing with film again. the shades and the colors are so different. wishing you a sweet sunday.

(you might have understood by now that i do not own a scanner)

 

dear winter

         

these days it is almost too cold to photograph. i can’t press the button with my gloves on and without them i soon loose the feeling in my fingers. but did i tell you that i love winter? i might just tell you again. sara♥winter. the sound of crunchy snow under your feet, crispy, frosty branches on the trees and cold air in your lungs.

on another note, should one wait for the wave or go chase one? hmmm. that’s the question.

random/first days of february

           

can’t seem to find time for this. even though i have so many things i would like to show. there is real winter here. it seems like that is exactly what i needed. cold and white outside. cozy and warm inside. but no more words for now. they have escaped me.