Like an ever-recurring rhythm, the same route again and again. The wind comes, takes my ideas and carries them to great heights. Public and yet so alone. A place filled with curious tourists or ordinary people walking their dogs, observing and staring. Everybody absorbed in thoughts, moving up and down in the rhythm.

Marjon van Tongeren, Amsterdam,
The Netherlands

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photographic documentation:
Günter R. Wett
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