There was a small lake near the place where I lived at the time of processing the tracks for Andra. I often walked up there to get some fresh air. The lake was connected to a bigger lake by a small waterway, and there was a small bridge on which I used to rest and ponder things, while watching the waters underneath.

The picture was taken from the bridge towards the smaller lake. It was a late winter – early spring afternoon. I especially like that time of the year. The sun can barely overcome the almost freezing temperatures, and the air is crisp and clear. It’s warm if you stay still and there’s no wind, but when you move a bit or it begins to wind just slightly…