There are places that have something very special about them. Something you never forget.
Such a magical place has always been for me the attic of the old house where I lived for more than 20 years. Even as a child I heard from the story that up there in one of the attic chambers allegedly a young man from lovesickness took his own life. For many years this story inspired my imagination.
There are people who believe that people are tied beyond death to those places that meant something to them during their lifetime. I still return to this old house from time to time in my dreams, and each time I am happy when I find everything the way I remembered it. This is the case in most cases, sometimes not. Then strange things happen…
When I had moved out long ago and found out that the whole house and especially the attic should be renewed and rebuilt, I took my camera and went back there. On the one hand, to say goodbye and, on the other hand, I wanted to express the feelings that had always accompanied me there. I wanted to hold on to them and keep them forever before everything should disappear … I called the series that originated there [lightpath].
It can’t rain all the time
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