the one that howls inside where the wind blows through
It’s a long black night / Coming down on you / The one that howls inside / Where the wind blows through / I know you feel like you’re dying / For anything true / But you’ve got a light / And it shines in you (Jeffrey Foucault)
posted: Oktober 25, 2015
under: black & white, pictures
tags: 35mm, b & w, Berlin, hiatus, img, Jeffrey Foucault, M9, night
i like the voice and the guitar very much ! thanks for sharing :)
He’s a hell of singer & songwriter. Glad you liked him, because I love him. Thanks.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Thank You, I needed this today!
Hugs from me, Marie
And I love to give you what is needed. Right now. Right here. Enjoy it, Marie.
Hugging you just the same, Fritsch.
Efeu – Symbol der Treue und der Freundschaft.
Er überlebt nur, wenn er sich an etwas „anschmiegen“ kann.
Auch wir brauchen einen Raum zum „Anlehnen“, ein Paar Quadratmeter Refugium, auf dem wir sitzen und genießen können, die Zigaretten und die Weine, wennmöglich mit einem Freund zum Reden über Dinge, die uns betreffen.
Worte und Bilder:
sie finden uns, nicht wir sie.
Gruß, Uwe
Das hast Du sehr fein gesagt. Wir wandern & werden dann & wann gefunden. Das ist die ganze Magie. Vielen Dank.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
Ivy will take over anything…even that fence designed to be a boundary. Sometimes even what is meant to be a prison isn’t if we can just remember to see outside and reach past it. We owe ourselves that much.
Sometimes it seems to me that most of our prisons are only in our heads. And sometimes all it takes is a little Ivy to make us suddenly feel outside of our own prisons. Thanks, Phil.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Nicely eerie for All Hallows Eve.
So happy halloween, Janice.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Fences and walls, free plants on the other side. In a corner. A corner where chairs are put apart. The kind of place we forget, the kind of place we don’t even see, usually. But it didn’t escape your eyes, Florian. And that’s one of the things I do like in your work, my friend. The exploration of our world in all its components.
Thanks, buddy. When the night is dark & long … one last glass of red & a cigarette … suddenly even boundaries look beautiful. Thanks for taking the ride with me. And thanks for being hypnotized by the mundane just like I am, brother.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.