Fall... falling... falling for

Of couse we went. We had to. I had to.
I ignored the rumors, the lies, the scandal, the poli-tricks, I went past the flyers and the boards painted with messages complaining, denunciating, accusing. I climbed the stairs and I went in.

Yes, there were windows missing. Yes, some walls are crumbling. I closed my eyes and I heard the waves and the wind. I opened my heart and the camera followed. In a flurry ride I found lines, corners, nooks, mirrors, shapes, slightly opened doors (just enough to stir me up) and spots of wall painting talking to me in a language I thought I had forgotten. The salty air was a constant reminder of how close the sea was.

I also remembered how much I love ruins (of all kinds or ages) and how often I find them in the pictures (that most of the time) I keep to myself. Can’t help it.


We got out but re-tuning was slow.

Fall has settled in.

But there are few places you can find this combination…


So this Fall I found some (other) falling walls to fall for.