The old year (2)

Time to hail in the new year. Some will think that I haven’t been posting as much as I “should” have. Perhaps these people are right. But there are attenuating circumstances. I think…

Closet to go

The past year has had its challenges on other levels than just photography.

The old year (1)

It’s that time of the year again. The retrospectives are everywhere. The “Best Of…” selections of things already shown during the year are back.

Remnants of the festive season

So I thought I’ll jump on that bandwagon too. It seems like I partially missed it and am dragging my boots behind a fast-moving train instead.

Liminal

Sometimes you find yourself in a place where you feel you do not belong. The space is not doing or being what it was designed for. It makes no sense.

Kyiv, Darnitsya Trainstation

This state or condition is called liminal. You feel in a transition, but don’t know why. Your reality takes a hit on the back of the head.

Dark ages

Dark times are upon us once again. The nights have outgrown the days, darkness starts around 5pm. It’s time to bundle up, warm up the chocolate milk and stay in bed.

Darkness? What Darkness?

Nothing to do outside, even inside, everything is already done and redone, so this is a time for rest and recovery. Or is it?

Sleepy

The time has come. Wintertime, that is. Now the evenings will come quickly and mornings will do the same. Cutting off a strip of your blanket that is already too short and sewing it on to the other end. Then pretend that you have more blanket.

Foggy, sleepy

That doesn’t fly with me. What does fly, however, is this: