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  1. Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
    Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
    #midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic

  2. Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
    Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
    #midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic

  3. Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
    Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
    #midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic

  4. Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
    Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
    #midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic

  5. Midtown construction! This is 42nd at 9th. Shown is 42nd, but there are lanes closed on 9th also, from 43 to 41st.
    Especially dangerous for bicyclists heading south on 9th, with no bike lane.
    #midtown #Manhattan #theatre #district #dump #truck #bike #lanes #closed #southbound #avenue #TimesSquare #traffic

  6. Close to 10pm again. Thoughts in free flow. Feeling limited and small. Looking back at hours, days, surrounded by cities, walls, churches measuring time in decades, centuries. A crowd of those still young finding their ways into the night, riding motorcycles and steering cars that have travelled all of the country and back. A moth circling the streetlight, fireworks in the distance, and the presence of the soothing waves. Calm moments, another story and no moon. Buonanotte everyone wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #summer moves on #later that evening #travel

  7. Afternoon and lost to the flow of time in between. No purpose no goal and not too much action against both of these deficiencies. Thin traces of clouds, a boat on waves, some birds circling above the trees. The moment and its slice of fiction and reality. (Too dumb to write books too restless to read.)

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #where we are we are

  8. Closing in on 10pm. Sneaking through the evening traffic, avoiding waiters and empty restaurant terraces. Boats entering, leaving the small harbour. Trying to read todays sunset lines and the fragments of meaning they carelessly leave behind on curly waters. Different winds, different scents carried in from the hills and the smaller valleys. Two stars above, no common constellation and an aetherial void in between. The open space above the narrow realms within. Have soft dreams wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #always in between #evening between houses

  9. Narrow tunnels, crowded lanes. Winding up and down the hills. Waiting for each other trying to stay out of each others way. The anger of middle-aged males wearing cyclist dresses and continuously grumpy faces. Everything becoming more challenged with the new strong sun.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #where we are we are

  10. Close to 9am and the reconnecting to physical activities. Coffee doing its things, neighbours left and right waking to the day, one pondering ones own flow of mornings again and again.

    #outerworld #southbound #the waking day #escapism

  11. 10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

  12. 10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

  13. 10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

  14. 10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

  15. 10pm and stepping forth in between old houses. The day soothing itself to sleep, night waking to its plans that might still find place in the hours to preface the new week. A sip of wine, past sunset. And stories of castles and old ports, in between dreams and mere memories. Be safe on your way into the morning, wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday evening

  16. Nachmittag, nach dem Kaffee und dem Halbschlaf und dem ausgebliebenen Gewitter in der drückenden Schwüle des Augenblickes, der ankerlos in Zeit und Bildern zu treiben scheint. Und für verstörende kurze Sekunden ist man überall und nirgends und in Erinnerungen und Erzählungen und Orten, die alle nicht zueinander und zu Stimmung und Selbstwahrnehmung zu passen scheinen. Lidschlag, Rufe zur Abendmesse. Kinderlachen vor der Tür. Ruhelosigkeit und die manchmal ungekannte Schwere in der Kunst formlosen Nichtstun.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #sunday afternoon

  17. Moving with the day, the weather, the hours. Books, notes, conversations and the approaching of a storm. Humid air, dense thoughts. Sunday in everything.

    📷 southbound

    #southbound #outerworld #smartphonephotography #coffee musings

  18. 9am and on. The slowness of custom breakfast rituals that differ quite a bit from the local traditions. The fuzziness of plans. And the warmth already rolling in from the hills again. Blooming oleander, and a village that still seems mostly asleep.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #escapism

  19. Sonntag und einmal erneut das Vage des Morgens: Fiel tatsächlich Regen, während der dunklen Stunden? Wann kehrte Schweigen auf die Terrassen und Balkone zurück? Wann wurden die Zigaretten kürzer und die Band da draußen müde? Viele Fragen, kaum Antworten. Aber es gibt wohl auch Wichtigeres. Insbesondere vor dem ersten Kaffee. Habt es mild heute.

    #outerworld #southbound #early morning musings #waking to the day

  20. The differences in welcoming the night, depending on locations and people. Far past sundown, streets still crowded, as are the pubs and bars. The mountains crowned by clouds again, an invisible band playing tunes remotely familiar, and somewhere nearby heavy gates are opened, closed. The silence of the olive yards behind their ancient walls. Have calm dreams wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #escapism

  21. Etwas weiter dämmert der Abend. Monoton, beruhigend der Klang der Wellen im steinernen Packwerk. Ente, Möwe, Haubentaucher. Dazu Rotwein und das Ringen mit Vorurteilen und Fremdscham. Die Unverträglichkeit wohlhabender Touristen abseits des eigenen Habitats.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel

  22. A little later: The quietness of weekend afternoons. The slowdown after fast paces, the sensation of having done distances again without really feeling like moving at all. Break, a little too long to be comfortable. Never enough coffee.

    #outerworld #southbound #where we are we are #afternoon deviations

  23. Close to 8am and clouds seemingly opening. The grey and the light, the sea and the silhouettes of the rocks. Heading on.

    #outerworld #southbound #hiking

  24. Weathers went through, left some rain, tore some clouds apart, fled into the unknown reaches they seemed to come from. Pastel hours past sundown, old music from somewhere closely nearby, more voices, more chatter and the sudden insight into the day opening to the weekend so the hours seem even more valuable. Cheering the dreams here and there while they last. And taking a deep sip, waiting for new stars on ancient skies. Have a calm night wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #escapism

  25. 8am and on. Silence in the shade of the hills. Still waking up to a new sun. Coffee is stronger out here. And the fruits are sweeter. Idle flow. Slightly detached from the days and feeling guilty for that, in most of the conscious moments.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel

  26. Much later, in fading dusk. Watching the stars and some still white clouds after sinking mind and soul in the ever-changing soft spectrum of sunset colours. Insects dancing through the streetlights, an airplane heading west. Somewhere a female voice is singing and makes one miss the ability to understand more language, yet again. Dreams have no sounds these nights. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #some night somewhere

  27. Sprache, auch: Das gute Gefühl, sich irgendwie mit Händen und Füßen verständigen zu können. Und die peinliche Berührtheit, Landsleute zu treffen, die vorwiegend selbstbewusst und laut auftreten.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel

  28. (Schmale, holprige Steige, Dickicht, Olivenhaine. Vorsichtige Schritte durch unübersichtliches Gelände, wenig Karte, mäßig funktionierender Orientierungssinn. Schmetterlinge und Zikaden in den Bäumen, irgendwann hat man sich an den allgegenwärtigen Klang gewöhnt. Mittagshitze. Immer noch unterwegs.)

    📷 southbound

    #southbound #outerworld #escapism #travel

  29. 9am and on. Choosing clothes, shoes, routes. Resorting to familiar ways of exploring new territory: By feet.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #hiking

  30. Finally: Watching networks repeatedly switch and clouds pull close across the water. A piazza filled with young people, a crowd of Vespa rollers heading for whatever is still left undone today. Music from an electric piano, an older vocalist, a slightly uncanny rendition of movie soundtrack classics. And a lot of sleep in the moment, fully aware of the distance for a second, noticing soul didn't completely catch up yet. Have a soft night wherever you are.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #evening hours

  31. Ein Tisch in einer alten Gasse, abseits selbst des eher zurückhaltenden Trubels. Rotwein neben dem Gespräch, Pizza zur falschen Tageszeit, schwere weiße Servietten und ein Maß an Freundlichkeit, in dem man sich willkommen und empfangen fühlt. Glocken der Turmuhr. Ein Fahrrad quietscht um die Ecke, Grüße werden ausgetauscht, lachend, laut. Verklingender Mittwoch im letzten Licht der heutigen Sonne.

    #outerworld #southbound #travel #escapism

  32. Arriving, still. A slow process of getting used to the neighbourhood, the people, the sounds, the scent and the heat. Everything's different, and yet it feels astoundingly familiar.

    #summer moves on #southbound #outerworld #travel