songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

the one that howls inside where the wind blows through

It’s a long black night / Coming down on you / The one that howls inside / Where the wind blows through / I know you feel like you’re dying / For anything true / But you’ve got a light / And it shines in you (Jeffrey Foucault)

posted: Oktober 25, 2015
under: black & white, pictures
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12 Responses to “the one that howls inside where the wind blows through”

  1. Babzy sagt:

    i like the voice and the guitar very much ! thanks for sharing :)

  2. MT sagt:

    Thank You, I needed this today!
    Hugs from me, Marie

  3. Uwe sagt:

    Efeu – Symbol der Treue und der Freundschaft.
    Er überlebt nur, wenn er sich an etwas „anschmiegen“ kann.

    Auch wir brauchen einen Raum zum „Anlehnen“, ein Paar Quadratmeter Refugium, auf dem wir sitzen und genießen können, die Zigaretten und die Weine, wennmöglich mit einem Freund zum Reden über Dinge, die uns betreffen.

    Worte und Bilder:
    sie finden uns, nicht wir sie.

    Gruß, Uwe

  4. Phil Vaughn sagt:

    Ivy will take over anything…even that fence designed to be a boundary. Sometimes even what is meant to be a prison isn’t if we can just remember to see outside and reach past it. We owe ourselves that much.

    • Fritsch sagt:

      Sometimes it seems to me that most of our prisons are only in our heads. And sometimes all it takes is a little Ivy to make us suddenly feel outside of our own prisons. Thanks, Phil.

      All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

  5. Janice sagt:

    Nicely eerie for All Hallows Eve.

  6. Francis J sagt:

    Fences and walls, free plants on the other side. In a corner. A corner where chairs are put apart. The kind of place we forget, the kind of place we don’t even see, usually. But it didn’t escape your eyes, Florian. And that’s one of the things I do like in your work, my friend. The exploration of our world in all its components.

    • Fritsch sagt:

      Thanks, buddy. When the night is dark & long … one last glass of red & a cigarette … suddenly even boundaries look beautiful. Thanks for taking the ride with me. And thanks for being hypnotized by the mundane just like I am, brother.

      All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

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