Tonight is the night.

Stores thank you. Consumerism overkill. Way over.

It's IT!

Not like in I.T. like computers and stuff but like in It.

North Berwick to be more accurate.

I remember ice cream.

Something's up.

It’s them again.

It rang.

We walked by in awe.

The train had no brakes it seemed.

And it didn’t honk. How inconsiderate.

It's windy!

The rent can’t be very high.

Maybe there is only room for one.

These Scottish walls… not exactly an art gallery but still entertaining.

Edinborough's center.

On my list of things I like.

Winter isn't coming. It's here.

This is Austrian landscape.

Too nice to step on.

A product of laziness. It was easier to take a photo with the camera pointing downward. In that moment, everything else would have taken too much effort.

Yes, it is indeed.

Austrian weather on a Scottish mountain.

Tiny fish could live here.

Use that cane as a drinking straw, would you?

Yeah, it's mine.

All these fancy black-and-white-photos… I need caffeine.

Ravaging fields and villages!

It’s mayhem!

The spectacle was worth the Euro.

After this, the fighting started with fire, sex and violence.

Like these.

I saw a mountain goat of enormous proportions. It saw me too.

Oh those bottles, up close!

The green is the grass, the red the love.

Missing all.

Imagine the setting: beautiful Italian night, awesome setting, old buildings, action with fire, half-naked acrobats… and then you’re staring at your tiny, shitty camera screen for HOURS!

Should be a good fight.

To focus manually is one of the great challenges.