Slowly spring is coming. The nights are still cold but some sun during the day makes first flowers appear on still empty meadows.
Where once people gathered for worship and to find peace, only shattered and colored windows remind us of the place it used to be.
Inside the garage, where a workshop surrounded by windows used to be, someone once must have had a little snack: some mackerel in a white wine sauce. The can is rusty, all glass broken… and the fish digested long time ago.
Maybe not every company is the same. But when the weeks motto is “Robinson” (waiting for Friday), as soon as possible there is an exodus and people run out to enjoy some days of weekend.
On the lower side of the hydroelectric power station in Aarau, a door is hidden between walls and a stair. It looks like a secret entrance which the builders tried to hide from the public view.
In the back, along two buildings, locates a big garage. Due to a rather remote location, cars were (and still are) a must to get here – or several hours of hiking up hills and forests.
Once hanging protected in a room and providing light in the dark, color faded after it went dark and the elements gave it a rusty appearance.
A quick snapshot of the hydroelectric power station in Aarau on a nice and sunny day in December.