So, the snow disappeared. I was walking around ind this weird, grey whether. And I noticed these things. Some of them I noticed again. My first weeks here I spend a lot of time thinking about all the people who have been here before me. Some of them for a while, for years, others just passed by.
They are still here somehow. They left things. Marks. Well, some of them even left (more or less comprehensible) projects. Traces.
Here’s some photos:
Maja Elverkilde // Pote Produktion 
