she comes and goes, the lights of the city behind, spare a thought, what is that light?
museums are closed. museums are still there for the people. city is people. city is light at night. city is stone reshaped. under a soft mantle of snow. and a myriad footsteps tell stories. stories of people in the city.
In a mood for photographing I leave the exhibition of Toni Schneiders: Retrospective at the Kunstfoyer in the twilight for the tram and on my way home. Not two stations down the line a party of brightly lit shop displays around the Max–Joseph–Platz catch my attention and pull me out of the tram. They blind the squinted eye and the sensor.
when the night falls in Munich the Maximilianeum dresses up for the party with necklaces and bracelets of light.
Rain season in the Osaka region. Planes, airports, trains, hotels, air conditioning and damp weather, food supplies out of a convenient store on arrival at 10:30PM, more food supplies in the late hour of the day. Days pass dreamlike and nights end well before sunrise in a long wait for the breakfast hour.
a late arrival to Carcassone, south France. And a night walk with the shadows over the backdrop of the middle age streets and walls of the citadel. Over resounding wet coblestones in the silent and omniusly empty streets.
Taipei City at night vibrates with its young population and offers a mix of all. From the beloved classy japanesse quarter in Zhongshan to the Zhongshan Park around the 101 Tower, or the electronic market off Zhongxiao in between.
Wandering off the main roads in Banqiao will probably send you into the street market in Fuzhong. A place so full of color and scents that you may want to turn the visor of your camera to a rather less distractive black-and-white mode.