One raw night of wildcamping in the forests around “die Haard”.

I remember with lucid certainty that several people walked by down the path at night while I was tossing and turning in my tent trying to sleep, but I am also quite sure that they were on the way to a kind of ball-like birthday party in an old ruin lit by fires, so…

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I know I know, my obsession with having the sun as an element in my pictures is getting out of hand, but I can’t help it. For now.