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march '18: residues.

in bingen where the nahe river flows into the rhine river.

these last pictures from march are a smorgasbord of various things: a short visit to bingen to visit a friend, a rainbow, two night pictures of places in wiesbaden & some shadow selfportraits of mine. maybe i will post these random pictures more often in the future, at least always then when i only have not enough pictures to warrant a whole coherent post. ( it happens )

it was an ice cold day when i visited a friend in bingen ( it was really early in the month still ). we only lasted like an hour before we were so cold that we returned to the warmth of her home. but the icy atmosphere was still super pretty & mysterious - which is something i love too much to not appreciate it properly.

along the banks of the nahe river.

that blue mood 😍


we wandered around the little back alleys of bingen, too, discovering old iron gates...

...cobblestone pathways...

...and enlightened suns!

bingen train station. we said goodbye to my friend's sister who made her way back to wiesbaden via train.

on a not so icy day the weather granted us the first rainbow of the year.


bouffier is a well known optician in wiesbaden, and i've always loved the shop's mid-century night lighting.

right on the other side of the optician's shop you can find the naspa headquarters - naspa is our local bank. the old building has some really nice colonnades.

after devouring a book of egon schiele in march i discovered that the light in my flat was so good that it inspired me to take some shadow pictures. these are influenced by the crooked positions of schiele's characters, always looking a little broken and out of order. ( i think i will probably write an egon schiele-related post soon, because i love his art so very much. )







i'll leave you with quote:

'bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.'

egon schiele

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