I've parked in front of Hans's house, between two cars, the street is so narrow that he won't be able to leave but I'm thinking he's at work...
And I haven't even crossed the street when I find that he's had to open the doors to my car and crawl through the passenger and then drivers seat to get out of his house. He doesn't seem too annoyed and I apologize....
It's early evening, and the moon is surrounded by a couple of bamboo hoops, on fire, burning, strange optic phenomena of some sort, I go back home and grab a camera, return to take photos, the local playground is on fire, I'm snapping pictures, there's an eerie, unearthly beauty to it...
At home Hans has let himself into the house (old, European style house, old walls, memories), he's telling me that I can order my prints from him, have them mounted for $25.00 each, I tell him they're digital, but it doesn't matter...