Camera Model: FS7

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 8 – Entrance to Nowhere

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 9 – Can You Hear Me

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 10 – Empty Booth

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 11 – Bombs Away

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 18 – Disrepair Shop

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 19 – Nature Prevails Over Man

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Prison Door

Historic Prison Door

Prison Wall

Historic Prison Wall

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 12 – Party Time

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 13 – Surplus Nothing

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 14 – Plus is a Minus

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]

Berlin Turnpike Day Vs Night – 15 – Dog Food

When I think back on my childhood, I remember the hot summer nights. Summer’s overbearing heat combined with a blanket of darkness, creating a unique dimension. I would lay in bed sweating, window open; my fan buzzing like a plane propeller struggling to keep its cargo airborne. Cutting through all that was this sound–machines of […]