all of your high hopes have all headed south
When the wine stops working and you’re all run out / And all of your high hopes have all headed south / And the songs left the stable and they never came home / And there ain’t no forgetting that you’re out on your own (Gregory Alan Isakov)
posted: April 6, 2016
under: black & white, pictures
tags: 35mm, architecture, b & w, countryside, Gregory Alan Isakov, hiatus, img, M9
oh gosh honey, that is one depressing song!! are you on your own in that apartment? looks much like where i used to live
Sounds sad to me…
wishing you well !
What do I see first? The electric cables! And then the pale tones of the grey walls. Is it the beginning of a recovery? Maybe you know it, Florian. Maybe not.
One more I love the composition, the large part of the space left to the sky, looking like void. A great shot, my friend. Go on, back to the road and shoot, shoot, shoot!