Home, home here and there

Home, home here and there. I trace the necks of cranes up into the clouds poised grey and blue, reflecting the gold of dusk's sun setting below. Industrial giraffes in my childhood savanna; playfulness and profit. This place is changing into a new reality. One that contradicts my memory. But, my memory is changing too into a new reality in another place. I trace branches fanned along the horizon, following the gold of dusk's sun setting above the tracks of a German winter. All is both foreign and familiar, here and there, home and home. 

Oxford Botley, October 2025

Berlin Schöneweide, December 2025