A few short weeks after September 11^th, 2001 and with knees slightly wobbly from the communal fear of flying I went ahead with travel plans. The destination was firstly Barcelona via London to participate in Euroart V Fair and then afterwards to visit Morocco. It seemed essential to fly last fall and to prove to myself that I would not be intimidated by bullies and thugs.

Barcelona is a delightful cornucopia of eccentricities. While walking through an industrial area on the way to a cemetery the following two pictures were shot. They are sequential negatives in the synchronicity of time, travel and reflection.