*warm brick walls

This old, abandoned farmhouse in my neighborhood was the ideal place to play with the old black and white film. I love the brick walls and old wooden window frames with already broken glasses where wild wasps build their nests inside. And the changing seasons also change the feel and impression of the building again and again. I hope they will not demolish this for decades now untouched house. I made many pictures around this place over the years and I still don't get bored to let it shine in a new light in my photography work.

I had a weird dream tonight. One of my school teachers that had treated me badly back then cried tears of regret and those tears were dripping into my face, I could even taste the saltiness while they where running over my mouth. My dream life is extremely active right now. A few nights ago I was flying above a raging, dark sea next to a big steamboat. The wind was blowing strongly, but I was not in fear. Though I knew that I must not doubt, because the moment you doubt, you immediately sink down when you fly in a dream.

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