songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves [...]

desert keeps forming underneath the black moon
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)

opened up my guitar case & all the songs were blue
© Gregory Alan Isakov, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Swam across the Poncha, took a train to Cataloo / Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue / I haunted all the alleys / Lord, I drifted down the valleys / Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you (Gregory Alan Isakov)