This is what fascinates me so much when I cycle through the fog: the world is a work-in-progress, some details have already been worked out in detail but for the rest, wherever you look, the world is an unwritten page. Here or there, you may see a sketchy outline of what may come, or something half erased. A line with thin pencil or a…
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Isn't it fascinating, all that beauty lying beautiful around us, regardless of whether anyone is around to see it? With that thought, I come to my photographs; mostly cycling, I save the fleeting fragments that pass by. They are images of something bigger than me, than us, a slice of the timeless.
In fact, I go around with the impossible task of reaching for the moment as a representation of the sublime. While that is an impossible task, it does not stop me…
