songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
strong & bound for glory & cursed with a thousand stories
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2016, Florian Fritsch

So I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light / I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light / I don’t know what I see, that light plays tricks on me / I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light (Gregory Alan Isakov)

all of your high hopes have all headed south
© Damaschkestr., Dessau, 2016, Florian Fritsch

When the wine stops working and you’re all run out / And all of your high hopes have all headed south / And the songs left the stable and they never came home / And there ain’t no forgetting that you’re out on your own (Gregory Alan Isakov)

the light turns silver draining the hours from the day
© Elbe, Sachsen-Anhalt, 2016, Florian Fritsch

It tears at the fallen and it carries the broken on its way / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away (Caitlin Canty)