Hamilton BW

You wonder when. When did it happen? When did happiness turn around and climb on a tree, waiting to jump on your head and knock you down on the ground?




You walk home, and look at the fence. You start walking faster, and as you keep your eyes firm, the small vertical gaps in the fence start showing more and more of what's behind, like a film rolling slowly, showing its framelines more than its frames.



Than you sit in the car, your forehad sticking to the glass and your eyes sticking to the outside. Voices and music mix down in your head, and the poles and the bushes start passing in front of your sight following the beat. You stop and you let your eyes flow, creating your very own rythm of images.


Strange sounds are heard at all times, weird thoughts slide on the floor. Strange creatures cruise the corridors. And the best part is, you are one of them.




Things are not always under control and that's okay. The drops slide down on the window and Hansi has met a new friend. The light plays with the walls, and the wind is warm, somedays. It's difficult to capture all the small images and situations, it's hard to make them stick to my mind at find them again the end of the day. An 1600 b&w is an amazing way to try and rewind.





Than there are the things that you enjoy forgetting, like a sudden smile or a cloud too fast for your lense. Probably 'cause thats yours just for one time, yours only.


Or moments like the 17th of may. Flags everywhere, and the best breakfast ever. For the company's sake, of course. The lenses enjoys sticking to smiles, playing with the light, not always as softly.






So life keeps rolling, in either colors or black and white down here, down under. I'm starting to get the chills though, I can lift my eyes over the map of the days and see the one in which we'll be done at the University of Waikato. That's strange. I think I'm getting road hungry again. And did I tell you? We're leaving for Australia in 3 weeks. Yey.