3am knows all my secrets

nightime. bike ride. the worst kind of hillbilly festival. water lapping against concrete. broken bike. camo jacket. colouful trainers. inspiration flow. bliss. alone but not lonely. one of the most beautiful things of this summer.

it wasn't actually 3am, but as the hands of my clock turned, i got a feeling i have to get out of my apartment. be surrounded by fresh air only. feel the vibrancy of the city. and foremost: see water. dark water as the sun went down a good while ago. so i cycled. fast. and photographed anything interesting i saw. structures, statues, people, water, movement, colors, just general beauty of our environment. i was so inspired by everything. especially the raw concrete structures of the bridges. they never looked so beautiful. maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the darkness, i dont know. but they were beautiful anyway. i actually got to a point where i just stand there, cars passing by, my eyes closed, listening to Sigur Ros and drawing hair designs in my mind. i have a great idea for a collection i want to do sometime in the future.

here are some of the pictures i liked. please listen to this as you check them out.