Pics, bikes and smiles

Paintings on the wall

I really miss the scribble that artists create for the public eye and enjoyment. Sometimes I imagine that a magical person passes by a place, compiles an Abracadabra and pooof, the drawing is there. And sometimes there are not only drawings. And I imagine how he chose this place for me to walk by...

Enjoy...till the end because it's not an Abracadabra anymore...

"God is a woman"

"Respect for the sex workers"

There is someone who is thinking of me

A dream journey to begin

People on streets

Where are they going?
No greater direction or purpose makes us wander the concrete pavements than the objective of achieving something minuscule and of no importance to others.
It is the self pat on the back that is sought and felt. It is the smile of your half that is loved. It is the morning coffee and smoke that is enjoyed. It is the movie which is carefully watched on a Sundays' lazy afternoon. It is an adventure or It is the crowd that is being pushed out of the way so someone can see where the streets are.
But there are no streets, just the people in a perpetuated chaos theory.

Enjoy the movement...

Not just portraits

Here are some portraits to mark and celebrate the founding of old friends, discovering new friends, changing the scenery, making of trouble where it isn't and slowly enjoying the adventure with the new 50mm lens&co...
Enjoy...

Only hate the road when you’re missing home

On the road again but this time different. I was thinking to myself that life 2.0 needs an upgrade so why not take the chance to do it somewhere else; This is the story of the first day of the rest of my life:

After finally getting my motorcycle licence I was in the best mood that there can be - the mood of the free and the open road. I had plans of travelling, I wanted to have the initiation of riding the Italian monster, to visit my past and speed up to the future, which I did, but in an other manner. And there was no riding up till now. Only that my good old friend Paulie borrowed me his "Giuliana" to have a little taste of the 2 wheeler road. This was even better than what I had planned because I could take my mother for a last "joy ride" before going on my way. I will miss the winding road of Tarnita where I first enjoyed my driving and where a good conversation and a good connection made me believe better in myself even if in the meantime we ran out of gas.

Life ping pongs you from one side to a new side and there is no certainty where you finally land. The opportunity to move to another country sounded tempting and the journey started with Wiesbaden,Germany where 6 weeks turned into 4 as the last weeks made me had feelings long forgotten. I rediscovered friends, stories from the past, great times filled with happiness, snooze of time itself and real, genuine emotions.

Now that I arrived in my new foster place of Szczecin,Poland I am searching new cultures, new people, a brand new start and of course a road to feel myself again.

Until next time...enjoy