#288

For five days a super-8 camera exposed a single frame every three minutes. A film about a carousel, a small harbour, a light tower and about wind, waves, weather and the tides.

Green turns red, so my colours come full circle.

While Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins are preparing for their journey to the moon, somewhere, 30 miles north of Edmonton a solitary caravan is drifting through time.

Exposed in multiple layers, Araneus (Nordmanni) patiently waits for things to come

Time passes in the outskirts of a city: light, shadows and time move towards warehouses. Aluminum-colored days are rising, neon nights are setting.