“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.” – Ansel Adams
Strolling through the woods.
Blast from the past.
Let’s take a walk outside in the morning sun.
Wirklich oben bist du nie.
Ohrenbetäubende Stille.
Why do you have to get up so early they always ask me. That’s why.
Somewhere down the road.
