Balkonied

Now everyone is getting on with their new lives.
R. showed me her flat and took me to a friend's afterwards to have drinks with raspberry ice cubes and mint leaves on the balcony.
And I can't help falling in love more than once...

Where I've been, what I've seen

A few photos from my trip to New Zealand.

Köh

What a bar, what a night. I still can't play pool (billard?) very well, but it's fun with friends, fabulous drinks and fantastic music.

Picnic on a hill

Sometimes I leave the house.
Jana and I hadn't seen each other in about 8 months, so we both decided it was time to chat a little, munch some sandwiches and fresh fruits from the garden and throw a few pine cones at the surrounding trees.

Old impressions

I don't think that we are ever going to get over this.

Solatium

I can, but I don't want to.

Losing battle

Not even fighting anymore. Sometimes, this seems to be life.

Hardly visible wind explosions

Still there, still breathing. And I am still wondering.
Anne took me to an old castle near  her hometown. I saved some confetti for her.

We live by the field

When you let me lead you and show you where I come from, you will probably only meet a few souls, if any. But there will be the everlasting quiet I adore so much it makes me sigh sometimes.

I dare you to close your eyes

Look at what we did together.
My cousin Anne didn't run away from me and happily let me take her picture once again. (I'm experimenting with editing software, so brace yourselves.)

Dough

I showed my Mum how to bake bread when I came home.

... but you can still see

The air feels so warm on my skin, I want to dance on the grass for as long as the summer lasts.

Transformation

I really hope this garden will always be like this. Long live the roots.

Hello, it's me!

I'm still a silly living thing.

Home, flowers and a wannabe

I only realised how much this means to mean when I was about to leave. Now I'm just going to keep my heart.
Maybe I should start talking to you. Maybe I don't really know how to write anymore. Maybe you don't care. Maybe I don't care that you don't care. Whatever.
This is my first major experimental project. I exposed a roll of film twice, trying to let photos of my home (my parents' house and garden, places I remember spending much time at during my childhood, light and plants) melt into pictures of Berlin Friedrichshain-Kreuzberg (which I've been fascinated with for a long time). Looking at them, I realised one thing: No matter how hard I try, I will always be a country girl.