These are "samples" I took with my falling apart and half blind mobile phone on the island of Branno, few months ago. I use to make these short journeys on ferry boats from Saltholmen peer, in west end of Goteborg, when I'm lucky enough to have a couple of hours left before sunset. Ferries and small islands become my thinking spots. I can't find better places to meet myself alone.
Photographs, (C) Tiberio Fanti
Behind the glass of the small red wooden cabin on the highest top of Branno an open book, two candles, a window, an island, then another island and the ocean.
How comes this kind of relic, half scrap of plastic, metal, Ni-Cd & silicon is still able to give me emotions?
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