365/Day 6

365/Day 6

365/Day 5

 

As the bus was going into its journey, people came in and out, changing face, changing time. Middle aged guy sat in front, bright spark in his eyes, eagerly searching for some more information on his destination and walking stick sitting by. Hairs as grey as ashes and skin buried by its own history. Of travels, walks or hikes, true or imagined one. Maybe.

365/Day 5

365/Day 4

 

Let’s party! .. closed. Guinguette were originally popular drinking establishment. Short version : bars. Still, once you wall a bit in those areas, park, when almost abandoned building lies in rotting leaves, i’m suddenly usure.

365/Day 4

365/Day 3

 

City version of the empty path. I guess somehow cities and countryside have those sooner moments, where no souls even get lost, as there are none left but shadows, if any. Groups of lights, movements in the reflections, and the tri-tower in Liège, the Cybernetic one on the left (by Nicolas Schöffer), financial institution in the center (arch. Jaspers-Eyers), and inter-allies monument on the right, with its lighthouse casting its light across the city. And that relative peacefulness, somehow.

365/Day 3