lose our way & sit side by side
Let’s be still, be still for awhile / There’s no place I wanna be / Lose our way and sit side by side / Passing time so carelessly, so carelessly (Yo La Tengo)
posted: September 16, 2015
under: black & white, pictures
tags: 35mm, b & w, city, folks, img, M9, München, street, Yo La Tengo
Those days–how I wish I could experience them again. (Maybe I would do things right on the second time around.) LOVE the shot, Florian!
The mystery of our memories playing tricks on our minds, Phil. I stopped counting doing things right on a second round though I always wished to do them in another way. All that remains are good memories & some frames to keep us alive, my friend. Thank you.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Very fine, Florian, and very different from the way I saw the same place. Love those shadows! And the next time in Munich, shoot a mail and maybe we can have a beer together.
Isn’t it funny how different people experience & see places? Markus, next time I shoot you an email. This time it was on short notice. Thanks, my friend.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Mein Freund,
die Zeit fliegt und es gibt keine zweite Runde, daher:
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad day light,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davis (1871-1940), Leisure (1911)
Ein Kommentar der die Seele öffnet & anschließend streichelt. Vielen Dank, Uwe.
Zwischen zwei S-Bahnen & einem Hellen: Die untergehende Sonne auf der einen Seite & im Rücken tausende Flüchtlinge auf einer scheinbar nicht endend wollenden Odyssee. Ambivalent ist wohl das richtige Wort.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
get away and be still… that’s what i intend to do this weekend, even tho the trees are turning colour and it’s kind of cold out… i will bundle up in a blanket and sit by the fire pit and dream our dreams ok?
this picture reminds me of my pre-teen years, or maybe early teen years, young boys coming knocking and we would sit on my parents‘ roof and talk about the meaning of life
Our dreams are the sparks that will light the fire & keep us warm while being apart, my dear. It’s just you & me passing time so carelessly, so carelessly.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Beautiful scene as the love of youth.
„Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now.“ (Bob Dylan)
Thanks, my friend.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
In the bright picture in the air we feel the joy and especially the enormous life power of two young (?) people. I remember: at the age i felt eternal but at the same time i believed i wouldn’t get old. Strange, isn’t it.
And as we grow older than we ever thought would be the feeling remains strange. But at the same time life feels more powerful than ever before. Strange isn’t it? Thanks, Michèle.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ein bißchen bange ich ja schon bei den Zweien dort oben auf dem Brückengeländer …
Alles war gut, als ich ging. Für die Beiden & in der Richtung, in die sahen. HInter ihrem Rücken spielten sich ein tausendfaches Flüchtlingsdrama ab. Zwiepalt blieb zurück. Vielen Dank, Ulli.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.