Category: Picture story


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A beeping sound starts this morning, opening up my Asus Transformer (tablet) I hit dismiss and see four numbers: 06:00

Awakening to a dark world I sneek out of the building and am welcomed by a thin line of color. Yellow, blue and red brighten up the horizon but the world around me is still in black and white. The only sound being my quiet breath and the occasional hooting of an owl, followed by its two concurents.

As the thin line gets wider and wider I walk around and feel the cold wet gras, not wearing any socks in my barefoot running shoes makes me feel the wetness and coldness of the gras more than is disirable. I ment to meet up with a girl and make a video but not seeing her around, (not seeing any living soul at all to be precise) I consider she’s sleeping and so I wander around in the ever brightening world. After some wandering and feeling the biting cold to my triple T-shirt covered body I see someone walking through the white spots of this world. Sitting down on a stone in one of them she puts on a cigarette. Myself, I am wandering through the dark mass which isn’t that dark after your eyes have had some time to accomodate to the poor shimmer of the stars. Walking towards the girl I don’t strately walk towards her but first walk into her field of vision about 20 meters away. Then I pass her on my way to the somewhat small “wildernes” of this school. It’s not the girl I was suposed to meet but that I had already noticed. Gone back into the dark I walk towards the trees but am dragged away by the great light spectacle that still is taking place at the horizon.

It’s 7 O’clock and I’m looking at the horizon, feeling bad about the fact that I’ll have to turn away from it to get on some warmer clothes before freezing my toes off. While taking the needed precautions I also take with me my camera and mini tripod. Gone out again the once thin line had become a light source brightening the once dark world. Walking out the building, onto the grass I take my first picture.

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The next hour are spend taking pictures on different locations in a brightening world. Freezing hands are a part of it and feeling them freeze I know I am alive. Listening to my mp3 player I run and dance from picture to picture, to warm my body in the movement.

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