Here I stand, on a bridge, that looks like it hasn’t been crossed in a long time.
Staring at factories, lost to the consequences of interruption and time.
Next to rails, that forgot their destination.
Here I am, I’m the only one around and I doubt there’s anyone near.
I’m used to it, so there’s no reason to care about that.
This world is abandoned.
It’s just me, the bicycle and the remainders of the past.
This world is silent.
There’s just the trees and some birds, conquering back what once used to be their territory.
I just took a short break to snap a few pictures. The setting looked to nice to not take a stop right here. The pictures take a few moments, so there’s enough time to get a little poetic. Usually I don’t succeed.
However, the camera is done. It’s about time to get back up on the bicycle. Soon, I’ll be gone. Just like everything else …
Just stopped to take a few snaps with the camera and transferred the roadbike straight into another universe. A world full of cable towers and broken streets, already covered and reconquered by plants and trees. This world is abandoned and left behind by whoever has been here before. The gigantic towers lead the way straight out of it, if I’m lucky…
Also, I found out, that copper looks pretty cool on the bicycle, don’t you think so, too? Maybe it’s about time to get some upgrades for the Vinyl Solo…
This place is like a rock oasis, a harbor in the middle of the town, a shelter above the rest of the city.
It’s just a short climb to the top, but all the noise of the world disappears within a second. Maybe it’s the trees that mute the world, maybe it’s somekind of invisible barrier.
The roadbike, just another visitor, needs to be pushed over all the rocks, stones and gravel. But that’s okay. This place is not a roadbike track. Rumours say, it’s a nature reserve. Some kind of strange and rare birds like to nest and hide somewhere inside of this rock desert.
And sometimes, I’d like to do the same… – dennis the cyclist
A few days ago I decided to take the backroads through the fields. Shooting infrared pictures takes time and patience, that’s like the first thing I learned about it. Discovering the right spot, managing all the gear and setting the camera up … I’d be able to shoot pictures right in the city centre, but sometimes, I prefer silence and space over rush hour mess.
However, fifteen minutes out of town, the world seems to be another one already. Wide fields, windmills and horses for miles and miles. The lonely country roads are quiet, uncrowded and bright enough to take all the infrared pictures, that I want to take. There is so much space and time on roads like these, I almost thought I’m a space traveller. There’s no need for a space suit or an external oxygen supply and the roadbike is my space ship …
Discovered this giant balloon right next to the harbor district and seriously wanted to jump in and float through the air, all across town, country and continent. I imagined, what it would be like, orbiting the earth in that thing, just like spaceships do…
Instead, I stopped for a break, took a few pictures, jumped back on the roadbike and started floating through rush hour traffic like airspace, right back home…