It´s Alway Sunrise Somewhere
I am in Warnemunde but this photo needs no interpretation. There is a malignant optimism in watching the sun rise, breathing in the cool baltic sea air. Another 24 hours in the time factory,where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.
Narrow Road To The Interior
Beauty on the rise.
Golden fire from the East.
Someone notices.
"We call it football"We all have strength enough to endure the misfortunes of others--Germany is out of the World Cup. I´m doing half-assed job as a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind, explaining soccer to Americans. Basically, everything was complicated by the presence of the opposite team (Spain).
