Pier dreaming…

Next after Bus Stops I like dreaming at piers. Well, they are the bus stops by the sea, sort of. Some part of it is probably because it’s in my blood; there’s many generations of fishermen in my family and I grew up close to, or almost on the sea.

But the other part is something else. Standing by the foot of a pier, and bending down, it almost seems like a road into infinity, and the more you rise you see the end of it, and that it’s really not that long. Just like we can’t see that far either into uncertainty, we just think we can because we’re not standing up, having a clear look at things.

If it’s rough weather or calm waters doesn’t matter, it’s just as enjoyable. Here’s a couple of piers i caught on photo this summer. Hmm, I might just start a collection. /Pär

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