…a little me, a little you…

Last weekend I unexpectedly spent half an hour in Toulon, while enjoying a rather crazy but perfectly fun road trip from Geneva to a little coastal resort some 25 clicks east of this ancient French naval port.

Although I had my ever trusty Leica D-Lux3 with me, I managed to take exactly one picture with it. The rest of the time I found myself snapping a few shots with my mobile phone’s camera instead. This rather surprised me, because I had never been to that particular part of the world before and all the more so, because I usually never take pictures with my mobile phone’s camera; not when I have the compact Leica point and shoot within arms reach.

Perhaps I just felt like soaking up the atmosphere of the place without taking pictures. Perhaps I was also simply too tired and frustrated by the swarms of killer mosquitoes or the viscous sun burn to my legs to be especially bothered about posterity. Ultimately, though, I guess it’s sometimes also nice to just chill and let the world go by without looking through a lens.

On our return to Geneva and bringing it all back home, sand in my shoes and all, I had Dylan going through my mind: “Discuss what’s real and what is not. It doesn’t matter inside the Gates of Eden. The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine. As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign leaving men wholly, totally free to do anything they wish to do but die. And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden. At dawn my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams with no attempts to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means. At times I think there are no words but these to tell what’s true. And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden…