Refuges of contemplation

When I became ill and was no longer allowed to work in my own profession, I started photographing bus stops. In the beginning, mainly because they were easily accessible by car. The stops quickly joined together into a route that ran parallel to the road I took from a healthy life to a life in which illness was allowed to exist, but not to dominate. At each bus stop I photographed, I paused for a moment and let my thoughts wander. And where it was initially “just” a photo project, it grew into a string of cherished refuges for contemplation. Just like in my own process towards acceptance of my illness, one stop is more beautiful than the other. At one stop I spend longer, at the other I only spend a short time. But ultimately I found resignation at the end of the route.