it's strange how a few months away you took a photo which you felt to be suiting at that moment; you were sitting somewhere and suddenly the picture for your feelings painted itself in your mind and all of the sudden you knew how to portrait it as well... and the time passed, you thought you changed, your life changed, your feelings changed, and then you go back to this picture and realize that it still does linger on you, in a different way, at a different day. you can't put your finger on it but you know you somehow feel it again, differently, or still, the same. I took this at the lake constance meet-up this summer. it's odd because it started out that I took this photo for myself and found myself surrounded by some wild photographers eventually, and as two of them posted their version of what was originally my idea, I never got around doing something about mine. but today felt to be the day it should be.
I suppose the fact that I don't fully understand this picture myself is just a proof that I don't fully understand myself either.