No one looks at no one

Empty places at empty windows ... no one wants to look at no one

Everyone needs a little support

The first time I strolled with my new camera the sun was setting down. Maybe that's why I'm always chasing up sunsets... But now I'm feeling like the last dawn has never ended... I go to sleep every night hoping to see the sunrise, yet I keep waking up at dawn ... people I know and don't know are running home, tired, and the crane is there again, standing still, because the man who can move it is not there anymore ....
... Rotterdam, the crane working at the new Railway Station

When memories blossom

Wait a moment ... you should see it now, the spring. Is she comming or is she going? Can you remeber what's comming next? Is it the summer or is it the winter or, is it just me?

The beauty within

There was a war within, noisy, shadeless, so personal and damn important every day and every step of the way, the memory recording everything and everywhere on and on, till there's was no more time .... just one moment; just one moment was needed for the wind to blow the outside world over all that was within and there was no more noise, no more war, but only a burst of such vivid overtones!

The sunset I've lost

A chilly summer dawn in Munchen. I was there, passing through, and yet a feeling that I wasn't keeps taking me back to that moment... I can't remember this scene, it's on my memory card but not in my own memory. It seems like my camera alone remembers it ...a moment that I've lost.

The net is pushing up de limits

Funf Hofe, Munchen, the elegance and consciousness of architecture.

Bacania Veche

Bacania Veche - mai multe informatii si poze puteti gasi in Arhitext nr 1/2011

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