emptystreets popular medias
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'I should have guessed that the moment was passing, I didn't catch all the signs that were flashing' -Slow Runner
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A quite morning in Inverness. This imposing building sits on the corner of Union Street and Academy Street. The plaque at the top reads The Lancashire Insurance Company. 🏫You can see the Orange @blackislehostel at the back. 🛌🛎
2 hours ago
Silent streets often straighten out the voids within me.
6 hours ago
Care for a picknick?
13 hours ago
Hello fall. Perfect napping weather 🌿🍂😴
14 hours ago
Morning poetry in the Red Light Dostrict (2) // (...) I had heard stories of people living in the Red Light District saying how much they loved their neighbourhood. Hard for me to understand that. Were those people not bothered by the perpetual crowds, curious and under the influence, waking them up at night and leaving trash on their doorsteps to be handled each morning? How did they find their way back home after work, biking through all that mess?
That morning I could see why. Without distractions, the Red Light District revealed to me as it really was, as it had always been: the oldest part of Amsterdam-the harbour town, the sailors’ playground, with pubs to get drunk in celebration of surviving another trip at sea, with women to devour under the red light.
Today, the sailors are gone and yet, their spirit remained, absorbed by each brick in the streets, the bridges, and the houses. It is brought back to life with each sound of the bell from the Oude Kerk – the oldest building in the city – with the smell of fish and sea from the market stalls, the street names, the red lights, the birds even.
By the time we left, the streets became more lively. Bakeries filled the air with the comforting smell of warm bread. Hotels served breakfast. People headed to the market. A new day had started in the Red Light District and so the night’s indulgences could be put on hold for a while. // More in my latest post on Amsterdamming.com
1 day ago
Numéro 2. From Japan with love