There are things I call mine

In some special way, we are all our own. And we will never change.
I don't know what to do. But I doubt that anyone sees this anyhow, so it doesn't matter.

Not done yet

I guess I am not supposed to expect. Love what you get.

I won't be able to post as often as I do at the moment because  I'm thinking about cutting down my digital photography because Anyone interested in a Panasonic Lumix dmc-fz45?
I'm scary. Are you doing okay?

Long, long time ago...

... I can still remember. Listen.

I remember the place. I remember my hat. I remember my shirt. I don't remember the day, but I remember the times.

A while ago I found my parents' old film camera, the one which was mine when I was about 8 years old. I knew there was still a roll of film in there, but the camera was broken, which prevented me from shooting with it. I was curious though, so my mum and I decided to get the film developed.

The outcome were these two pictures, and you can see the camera had its problems with them. My mum was really disappointed, but I was kind of happy, having a light-leaky picture of my 8-year-old self. My hair was lovely.

Lisa in the mire

The day of your journey has come and suddenly you realize all your bags are empty. Listen.

I'm not this one

Listen. Oh my love, where have you gone, are you there, invisible for them? I guess I am not supposed to expect you... Don't you know I care too much?

Sundown

Listen. The end of a September day.
Yes, finally it does work, my analogue reflex camera. The scanner messed up the pictures a little, but I think they look quite good.

Love all, serve all

Listen. Or this one. Hard Rock Cafe Berlin. What a birthday party...
It's just great there, I can only recommend it. Fantastic food, wonderful atmosphere, nice waiters and groovy music.
I'd really like to visit some other HRCs in other cities all around the world.

School burnt down

 Listen. Golden hour always lights up my heart.
Wonderful day with wonderful people. More to come.