Subtitle: A Day. A picture. A song. (30)
I had to wait a while - until this school class was gone and I was alone. Alone at Skagens Gren. I wouldn’t say I was lost, maybe my shoes looked like that in that moment. Barefoot inside of Skattegat I felt grounded. At the begin of june in 2015. I was alone there, for one week. A beautiful little house right behind the Deich. An outdoor shower and no TV. I only had Mary Jane with me and books. Waking up in the mornings outside the window in front of the bed I only saw deer there being my solely neighbors. I guess this week kind of sparked my longing for solitude and living in the nordic area. Maybe I was lost in the end.
Lost and found?
Skagens Gren (09.06.15)
