Der Waldweg

On a summer day, I took my camera, rode a red bicycle I had borrowed from my landlord, and headed toward the forest near Frankfurt Airport. Inside the forest, it was quiet and still—only me and the trees.
When I look back at these photos, I can faintly recall the quiet state of mind I had then, but I can no longer remember the flickering sounds that once shimmered through the forest at dusk.

夏日的一天，我帶上相機，騎著和房東借來的紅色腳踏車，往法蘭克福機場旁的森林騎去。森林裏頭靜靜，無聲，只剩我和樹
回頭看這些照片時，依稀記得那時安靜的心情，但我怎麼也想不起，那時林暮間閃爍的聲音
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2025. 07. 15, Frankfurt, Deutschland