City going to rest. All those dreams are going to sleep behind the windows, every light is someone preparing for this night’s rest. And one by one the windows will turn dark until only the night lovers stay awake, sleepless listening to the sounds of the car wheels rolling down Avenida Cabildo. This is Sarah …
Day 4: I like photographing flowers, especially when they are already fading. You can buy flowers almost everywhere on the streets in Buenos Aires. Another kitsch thing, but well, I am a romantic person. You can’t deny who you are. This is Sarah Pabst @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary from Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Another sunny day. Today I almost hoped for some rain as I am tired and rain gives you the excuse to relax. But then you see the marks the sun leaves on the wall and you get soaked up with energy. Buenos Aires is a restless city, people are always rushing and so do you. …
Greg Kahn The Sleep of Reason The window on the high-speed train to Naples, Italy, frames an idyllic picture – rolling hills, sun-covered vineyards, and fertile farmland. But beneath the fertile soil of this region lies something insidious, an amalgam of industrial, hospital and nuclear waste that is spiking cancer rates and spreading alarm across …
The window of our neighbors or better said, the neighboring building. We don’t know each other, but I love their window, the curtains that fly in the wind, the light behind it and the anonymous life. I can spend long minutes watching, wondering if they also watch us, somehow it makes me melancholic, the little …
Day 3: I grew up in rural Germany. So every now and then I have to escape the city. We went to the forests of Ezeiza, and only 20 minutes away from the city center suddenly you find yourself in the middle of singing birds, horses and golden leaves. Wandering around you soak up the …
Day 3: Dozens of doves fly up in Parque Centenario in the Villa Crespo Neighborhood of Buenos Aires. It’s a popular place to spend Sundays, sip a Mate and eat Pastafrola. I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ posting for @burndiary, showing you a little bit of my life here in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
“And in the end we’re just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love could heal our brokenness.” (Fitzgerald) I know this is a very similar photo to my first post. But I love to watch him sleep. Somehow, someone who sleeps is so vulnerable, so close to you on the one hand and …
Day 2: Sun sets and the night arises in Buenos Aires. I am a night lover. This is a part of a poem by Jaime Saenz, Mexican poet: “Cuánto dura la noche? – En realidad nadie sabe, aunque le haya asignada una duración de doce horas, por razones de orden puramente práctico. – Lo cierto …
This is Mia playing in the Rosedal, a rose garden in Palermo, Buenos Aires. Mia is Stefi’s daughter and Stefi is one of the two protagonists of my series “Just Mothers” which was recently awarded with the 3. Prize in the Picture of the Year (POY) Latam category “Women in Society”. “Just Mothers” is a …
