Day 195 of 366: Crossing

A rainy day made me wander around, looking for reflections. I couldn’t find any interesting puddles, but when waiting at the traffic lights I noticed the footsteps in the zebra crossing stripes. I just had to wait for the right moment. Never mind the weird looks I got from passers-by.

During my stay in Ostrava I did notice that most people looked at me like I was some kind of strange alien. They are obviously not used to seeing photographers around. Like me in the past, they don’t find the city fascinating enough to bother with getting a camera out. They don’t see the city, like I didn’t when I lived there.

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Where I Grew Up

Crossing

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