I have a bad habit of taking pictures from a driving car. The quality is poor; blurry, unfocused, full of unplanned objects popping up inside the frame, the reflexion of the window superimposed on the landscape. But I like them. They capture a moment, a story, a journey. This one was taken just outside of Berlin.
That’s also how I went through an old photo album the other day. I noticed a lot of things I didn’t see before. It was wonderful. It reminded me of Thomas scrutinizing the details of the pictures he took in the movie Blow-Up (Michelangelo Antonioni, 1966) but then with less macabre discoveries.